each life, a big bang, a looped song,
fungus pushes up through damp ground, we breathe the exhale is long - so long - it’s night by the time we run out of air day by our next breath I’m solar powered and all filled up so gold leaks from my nose like blood the gas station sleeps, I’m the oil slumbering in its pumps slippery and inkjet, no bed of arms can hold me, I’m so snake like a mobile, I am mobile, exxon mobil, I slow spin slow dance over your sleeping head I’ve greased up your beach supercolliders - the shape of our lives something dark colored and unseeable captures the whole world in its breadth and breath perhaps me - I’m so hungry and that’s the biggest binge, and bread, we are baked in, our brains, always compared to walnuts the universe pulls strings inside us, us planets, we’re in orbit a life where I'm a racecar driver and ride figure eights super fast in the early morning and again before bed like two meals a life before and after the collision of atoms nuclear fission it’s in a big supercollider loop that we are born we came to this world caught along in current - electrical and water, electrocution, death or life? fight or flight? we return to the moment before and after the collision of atoms each life, a big bang, a looped song fungus pushes up through damp ground we breathe headphones to make the movie soundtrack each moment a ribbon bookmark we dance around with different partners hands of varying softness, cleanliness, warmth like so many busy pollinators buzzing to different plants varying wings, flight patterns, but we all collect nectar we find our jobs at night, our bathtub rings a trace, fingerprints all the things - kitchen sink - of us laid bare and goosebumped the skin is a record keeper, these skin cells clues loved songs are played on repeat loved skin traced on repeat loved heads kissed on repeat grooves get deeper roots grow deeper you go deeper we go deeper each life, a big bang, a looped song fungus pushes up through damp ground we breathe all of our hair is wet now and alive in wetness that furry snake way, I’m so snake and around, around, around again, our bodies wound, supercolliders - the shape of our lives I’m dizzy from watching the blurred lights of all these carousels from accelerating around the track a life where I'm a racecar driver and ride figure eights super fast in the early morning and again before bed like two meals but there’s no race the track appears empty - so full of things I can't see yet things I don't know yet the new atom is a mystery just a supercollider loop and a life a life, a supercollider loop life in loops loops in life life of loops loops of life in the I of venn diagram where to go before bed where to go after waking where to go in between each life, a big bang, a looped song fungus pushes up through damp ground we breathe the exhale is long - so long - it’s night by the time we run out of air and day by our next breath
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tension pull of fall or flow
flowers sprouted but still below weaving thread through symbiotic the rise semibiotic movements biology doesn’t understand, reading with dyslexic eyes DNA not meant to comprehend the rise webbed between earth and sky bodies are shelled hulls the bodies the rise human locusts in swarm, of swamp, tragedy tethered, a fine class-less rope mucus nosed feeling in lightning streaks water seeps through our clothes the rise so many cries, as the ones left on the ground we cry harder hands empty without reach fold as dead insects new origami to replace old gestures missing our warm treasures the rise symbolic tears, we call rain the new 911 rain reminds us of waves, we shudder fearful of curves we cannot see over the top of normally these are called hills or mountains those we aim to climb the rise waves ourselves, waving goodbye upwards, slick slack bodies fly breaching the gap between our realities the human sea makes us sick the falling liquid - what is it? the rise to spin sunlight from night-time thundercloud sinews we loom new veins to transport all our loss and these ruby highways these ruby highways keep our dreams safe the rise a manhattan of feet the last we see specking the most familiar - family to become shapes we can’t recognize with clarity like airplane or star? mechanical or chemical? closer or far? inevitable - these events settle as dragging iron yoke on our soaked shoulders we shivered before the cold and do again enveloped the rise our blue-ribbon goodbyes those prized, pried we always look up it’s our memories, our hearts, grand connection the vast sky and the clouds where we last saw them the rise the sun rises the sun rises the sun rose all things belong to soil so many sing of gardens |
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