these mysteries
that I am startling in
Emily over and beneath and within;
along such whithers as stand aghast,
mishapen Henry
flat beneath the mountain--
some say beneath neon
wind wandering through the gap
hands clasped against his chest;
not mr Bones companion just yet
as some there is would be sorry to see him go,
naked as he is who am is.
In other words,
"the hunter eats life"
after a proper interval, fraught with ritual.
in repose even
the microbes crawl about with protruding eyes,
digesting Emily--
tho sentient thus oftens ends
with the god being outside
rather than in.
Please tell me what you think
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there's this point of universal awareness
where micro intersects macro and reality collapses
informal, infinite
henry meets albert there
and together they laugh at science
the minimalist way
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