I Love Cheesus
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I know. It's a bit weird.
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Along black fabric, felt the hypersweat, sweating until—
I feel fresh, face, forearm, in the summer. Too much, alone.
Alone, the sperm and egg, not in the cars, driving and blast;
Splatter paint, fell faint, stuper, drunken shoes, and acid patterns
In the spine, an ecstasy sweat of swallows, and bees stinging.
Stings—In forests of magenta and purple I sat alone while watching
Stars, alone in their sockets. I like they, wishing in waves of electromagnetism;
A prism of light and wave and sound. Yet nothing, nothing in my brain
Hope, a word unspoken. Solve the puzzle, ineffectiveness. A hand; hands.
Wishing—to be near, but never near. In mind, only in mind a trap and cage
The human mind is bars of wood; easy to break down, yet at the risk—
Toes, head, foot. Choose fist, and slam. The splinters heal and—
Some choosing to be like stars in the puzzle of the universe,
Alone. Unclear. Dreams and reveries show me crying,
They are not born of this earth, but another. One I can’t see
Of omnipotence, and ultraspin, feeling, light, lights. Lights.
Somewhere along the way, in the acid haze, among the old cloak trees,
The people and their hands together—I left the stars in their sockets,
And I drove far, far, far, far. To Nothing but;
Nowhere. Alone in Nothing.
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Along black fabric, felt the hypersweat, sweating until—
I feel fresh, face, forearm, in the summer. Too much, alone.
Alone, the sperm and egg, not in the cars, driving and blast;
Splatter paint, fell faint, stuper, drunken shoes, and acid patterns
In the spine, an ecstasy sweat of swallows, and bees stinging.
Stings—In forests of magenta and purple I sat alone while watching
Stars, alone in their sockets. I like they, wishing in waves of electromagnetism;
A prism of light and wave and sound. Yet nothing, nothing in my brain
Hope, a word unspoken. Solve the puzzle, ineffectiveness. A hand; hands.
Wishing—to be near, but never near. In mind, only in mind a trap and cage
The human mind is bars of wood; easy to break down, yet at the risk—
Toes, head, foot. Choose fist, and slam. The splinters heal and—
Some choosing to be like stars in the puzzle of the universe,
Alone. Unclear. Dreams and reveries show me crying,
They are not born of this earth, but another. One I can’t see
Of omnipotence, and ultraspin, feeling, light, lights. Lights.
Somewhere along the way, in the acid haze, among the old cloak trees,
The people and their hands together—I left the stars in their sockets,
And I drove far, far, far, far. To Nothing but;
Nowhere. Alone in Nothing.