in a heart beat

i want to show you the abstract paintings

behind my eyes, in my head, in clear disguise :



threads singing, spun together,

strung out on string theory.



i tried to tell you that

water was living;



no one wanted to listen,

no one wanted to see :



the non-cellular

entities moving,



dancing toward

each other;



sliding their non-cellular

bodies over non-cellular



rocks : slippery wet dream

layers, stacked stories getting



laid down before lost—long and living

and hard; but not beyond being dug back up.



pre-cellular rough

drafts, perhaps.



they expand out and focus in; a pre-

served deep dive tunnel through time.



i tried to tell you the

earth was round.



i tried to tell you to come

and fucking get me.



some-thing drew us in

with a big black sharpie;



some-thing is still drawing us

in like magnets :



across these raging fields of

poles on shoulders, grit-gripping



at the hours under the

hungry tick of the clock :



dark points stripping,

ripping in(side) a heart beat,



inside the applause

you rode in on.


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Photograph: Butterfly Nebulae, Hubble Telescope

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