Nothing Beside Remains

A fleeting chirp
From vast ungoverned spaces
Conversation disorder
Borderline gibberish
Devoid of meaning
Backchannel chats
Impossible on any machine
That obeys the laws of physics
A brief coherence time
A temporal dissonance
A focal seizure
A significant brain insult
Causing violent relaxation
&
Creating a bewildered figure a
Feverish and somewhat feeble
High energy transient explorer
Of time domain astronomy
Slave to the Carrington event
A manifestation of what happens
When you have chaos
Still on moving ground
Past enchantment
&
Severely aberrant
Gazing into a terrifying black hole
The Uncanny Valley
Appearing in
Grainy detail
Marionettes and reptiles
A lost shipping container
Wedged in a sea cave
The doomsday rock
Mostly void with a veil
Of atmosphere
As empty as gutted fish
Small cores buried deep
Inside extensive balls
Of gas
Mingled with burnt
Tree trunks
The telltale fallout of
A planetary sized impact
The Chicxulub event
The cosmic blow
That ended an age
A vast evacuation
Grave thermal catastrophe
Light & Death & Life & Shadow
Buttering the sunshine avenue
The big rip of phantom energy
A cosmic repulsion force
Smooth and flattened
In the original chaos
To what end nobody knows

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God

god

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You Want More

ywm

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Sad Details Emerge

Sad details emerge
The endangerment finding
Prep school sex inquiries
As a prelude to a classroom stabbing
A change agent
Taunting a police animal
Misbehaving before the enemy
Some kind of mascara-wearing
Massacre-seeking entity
Slaughtering the anointed
In the hallways
With the hallmarks of a
Grotesque thriller novel
A discourse saboteur
A drug-addled degenerate whose
Artwork celebrated consumerism
And the relation of individuals
To corrupted systems
On intimate terms with the deepest
Levels of physical reality
A bad sport strange atypical
The bloom of a flowering plant
A mass of combustible matter
A vexing gesture toward damage and delusion
The violation of parity and
The failure of the American ethos
Have I been discoursing to no avail whatsoever
Girls in heels holding objects
And gesturing to them
In the experience center
A census designated place
A bad place for a beef
The casualty officer
Wondering whether he’d killed the fuck

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Yes, she is….

gia

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Our Time

1pam1

The stolid institutions
Surrounding her
The walls of a maze
Skewing together
And apart
Lines and rectangles
Shifting like the
Hands of a clock
Our time

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Debris

gho

Time had suffered a profound disturbance, and I could feel all sorts of dark debris from the far past shifting and beginning to move up towards the surface.

— Iris Murdoch

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Bacchante

Greuze, Jean-Baptiste, 1725-1805; Bacchante

Jean-Baptiste Greuze (1725–1805)
The Wallace Collection

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The Colors and Conventional Forms

4pam4

I always see once more the room where I came to break with you the bread of our desires, I always see once more your undressed pallor which unites in the morning with the disappearing stars. I know I am going to close my eyes again in order to rediscover the colors and conventional forms which allow me to approach you.

—  Paul Éluard

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Done

done

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