Light stains retinal ambiguity
within the absence of all colour presents sunny chimes blue
Washing over heads in cars on the far freeway breezes
Bricks roar silently alive…
Old fence dried and leeched colours
Brick walls red flames black blocks cemented
Over privacy under clear blue skies.
What, when nothing plays beneath the bed but bunnies made of dust
Cobs left ages from some dead philosophists mouth
Whose skeleton now resides for archeologists to dig
And guess what item was his toilet seat and what his throne.
Threads of light dance merrily in the undulant tapestry
Woven by carved fates in books written before there was time to measure or alphabets to scribe.
What universal electric grid plugs into us and says MOVE and pinnochios gasp in mute surprise
As shadowed moons respond to teleologic orgies
Mutating into wave partical wave particle thinning out into partical waves
Losing all meaning without direction duration turns to dusty relics grinning emptily behind tomorrow.
Sound and furious nothing waits for no one WHERE?
She laughs with cruel certitude the the fearie thing that deep connects the nothing with the everything that isn’t
She asks WHY?
Feed her blood and skeletons and fungus from the lighless places and great green springs forth from death
And dies again and so it goes
As synapse burns a message to synapse disordering tomorrow and picking lint from the navel of today.
White noise covers the perpetual roar that only one ear can hear and two fingers type
Words that fall into the abyss of the moment that means nothing now and over
Under into blackout of innerover expand inward uncontained beyond above below blackout light explodes.