nothing
obsession believes
obsession speaks
obsession moves
and within the lobe of meaning its force delivers
"nothing cannot be nothing
for nothing is without consequence through all remaining time
every breath formed into the slow song
of language
halting every hesitation
every miniscule hick of every electron from its electrostasis
is not without consequence and therefore cogence"
the radiant roots of consequence burst like electric semen out
upon the many million courses logic routes
so abundant
so many fertile squirming chains that overwhelm
the rigorous and neatly static pools
that fill and flood the chambers of perception
haemorage-blood that seeps from eyes and
in wicked radians makes red angles
on your dappled filling tummy
and that is how i came to be
said the small unformed voice inside it
and i will end as a sister and a hieroglyph
and moss patina on some soft stone and earth
and with surety my spirit will be culled from the tapestry of its transport
weeping with you dear fraternity of love
hypnotic as compassion
the same i showed but mostly not returned
only a tiny sum of you will feel but perhaps not know
(in that knowing may be ascribed a certain percentage score)
the ambient and pscychodelic derivation
of the logic that has its roots
in the subterannean quirks of proto particles
it will ooze through my palm and fingers like electric semen
and will give birth such that its children rise as spectres in my hand
whose destiny is foretold by such heralds alloted by the gods of fortune
or cursed with its depressing shocking tales
to understand its slow drawn fleeting language
dark as clouds and hot as rays that broach them
illuminati on the interwoven cloth that marks our time
and with a stick upon the drum of our word
i will beat the warnings whose rythm death abruptly halts
and whose echos tap the and fade upon the plasma
making small electrons shift as if upon a whim
and change the course of chaos