Consciousness partially exists
Outside of the 3rd dimension
Being able to conceive of
Concepts such as
Paradox or infinity
Greater by definition
Than the sum total
Of this entire universe
The Multifold is deep
In the branches of synapsis
Origami out of phase
Human grey matter has imploded
Subatomically
Into spooky action at a distance
Einstein was right
Time and space are relative
To our thoughts
Over the wall we
go, other unwise
it’s one-sided. You
don’t see unless
you ascend and
fall. Sure, you
could climb
down,
but better to
see limbs akimbo
and imbibe
adrenal gland
purée. Otherwise
you’re repeating
the climb in
reverse.
Rocks, and
you don’t have
to put on the darkness
just to float. The
pumice will carry
you readily, as
fast and loose
as you want currently.
There’s something about
your disequilibrium
that ruins me for
buoyant stone irony,
about as much
as ones that
weigh me down
Does the ground hog
have a shadow, or is
it a doppelgänger?
The 42 days are
unnecessary. Let’s
build a trap and
catch the copy.
It’s rather passive
to wait out winter
when we know the
cause of its delay.
Or maybe we enjoy
the cold. And
growing old.
The day that dreams
dreamed of days, they
signaled the singularity.
We were the anomaly,
an excess of homilies.
Existence no longer
justified existing and
seeing eye to eye was
blurry at second best.
Double the vision,
double derision,
and someone to blame.
License plate migration.
No one surmised that
the secret to life was
encoded in their letters.
Scattered by Babel’s
discontent, it was
just there for the
deciphering, lazing
about in plain sight,
bumper to bumper.
Translation was near.
But the DMV had
other plans.
Nothing like
the panic of a
good moment.
Non idiomatic
offspring of
every that,
and quite the
overachiever
under believer
of when things
are good, they
can’t be trusted,
and the SOP is
quite clear on
this point. Good
things are just
bad things
in training.