the synthesis of energy, unaware i was, that it was flowing through me
...i am neither here nor there or me

i was flowing through it it was i

i was not it

not that there was or wasn't

but there was and there wasn't and then there was and there wasn't and wasn't there was there . . ?

it had proved more seamless if he considered himself a camera-projector or a football. 

an electric breath shuddered:  it is
                                                the same lightning voice

heard the silence of what wasn't.

his mind felt clearer than usual

as he laid faced down into
the grass
he thought:
                 'this too shall pass'

I never want to be what I'm doing.

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He's going to be a burnt out brainiac for life.

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We have a reference point, but it's invisible.

the woman with the cock-eyed is staring at me . . . or is she?

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more than ever i have become the theatre

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it's hardly the time to notice these things

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a million suns burning
and dying
inside your body
you hold your belly
to touch the bottom
of your breath
as you put
out i'm imagining
its whirlwind fueling
the chaos-rip on
the inside that burns you
on the outside





your smile is a mystery
the eyes that clench throat

i can see your cold
underneath
you're dark cloak

As I was coming I thought of the universality of my cock.

Now that we're not together we go out on more dates.