2003-08-22 - 12:33 a.m.
the funnel cloud which frequents
the golden spiral spin
a fibonacci sequence
with a Hoyle of a wild card win
there at the north hole entrance
per annum a recession
this wobble donut pole dance
is the earliest sensation
zero gravity at the center
centrifugal orbital swing
suspended in fields we enter
gods of everything
except the randominity
induced in this equation
where you claim polar identity
politicize your evasion
but you know where you turn
when intertia drag comes 'round
all the things in you which burn
when entropy breaks it down
combustion won't propel
if the blast has no direction
if aspect systems go to hell
in a handbasket succession
you won't have a place to sell
your new improved self predilection
.
and the Ponderosa will possess your soul
for all it's worth
you'll be making bricks for pharoah in the mud pits of the earth
your mind's too tired to think about your need for a new birth
and your dislocating jaw won't accomodate the gerth
.
someone said it "vacuums"
still another said "it sucks"
atleast until the back room
authorizes extra bucks
but after that, if it should be
that filthy rich you are
the hollow in the ecstasy
expands to just as far
as outward consciousness exists
the surface at the junction
of the world outside of your calloused lips
as flame licks dance a function
and a formula with referenced lists
algorithmic static unction
glossalalia might-rush in the midst
(was that a verb conjunction?)
as bellows from the yawning
at the source of origins
the morning star, creation's dawning
start the carbon crystal spins
ignite the elemental levels
as momentum swings begin
blasting stronghavens of devils
like a backflush to the sin
It's pneumatic, it's dynamic,
it's the life force from within
it's the perfect, pre-Adamic,
rudimentary Eden
it will fuse the empty static
with a mighty rushing wind
but it's really problematic
if you don't let it begin
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