as technology and disease return us into mysticism
as dimensionalities with dimmers detox detiming time
follow with our waddies waving in the air like sloshed sodalities
probing in the earth the way ventilated proboscides do
stepped democratically to eldritch regodings
oh backless werrobe and yet all it is is whir and back
our ground is air and air our eye and eye our error
screens of smoke or words or flesh do they matter?
we are the zeroes of our dreams aggregated to absent commons
embrace us holy meat in thine garbs of frequencies
manifested far and near as though not themselves or either
middles in the spheres and middles not in middles and middles on the thrones
ends seeming nows joining hands like codeless classless java
geneses like pornflakes uberflowing bowls of smiles
together in some copulated grammatologies is it before or after
our defacings rise sarcophagically from tumuli of uncabled comedies
these waning spaces wax but never light
come love laughing here this decreating night
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