It Is! An Ode to Life and “Is” ness

It is a great palindromic phantasy, an ouroboros eating ouroboroses endlessly in a firmament of nothing, and stars. It is the turning of aeons around the great precipice of supermassive black holes, the kind you find in a bathroom sink. It is my own forgetting, dismemberment, and it is always just on the tip of my tongue, which is trying to taste the tip of … Continue reading It Is! An Ode to Life and “Is” ness

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Saturn’s Dove

Strain and death and all other supposed human recognitions and ideologies about the great unspeakable whimsy that fills every space with nothing and slathers matter with Shiva and spinning images wrought out of time and mind, that giggles with joyful youthful eerie glee speaking in tongues and out of fountains and holes in sides of mountains and Rub Al-Khali and Konya and graveyards the world … Continue reading Saturn’s Dove

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