0, a Work in Progress

truth is only found in zer0
trails traces and signs
those of us who can see, and feel?
song of us leave trace and sign
your sins are twisted and/or designed
song of us decide to drown in wine
And all of us are just maligned
but only 0 can rewind
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We see your works through hooded eyes
we gaze upon their Truth and your lies
you decide how this one goes
we will watch your dying throes
you kill the south: You whip up wind
and none yet know what is frozen within
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0 precedes all

A Brief Bright Spark

born in swirling gravel with two wing
each electric stone like sparking-grinding river flow
turns us on our hip and spins us slows us pushes us in pieces to differentiate our species
pull the wing and push the other
eat breed then die is is is is
is the time of fairyfly

Our Pod, Dad

Infinities like tentacles
reach out from gaping maw
'gainst eardrum beats of oil and air
the polyspheric friction roars
the gasp of vertigo descends
as you look back at your hold
To freeze, to die, to plummet down?
no.
Life!
To piggyback evermore.

Learning How to Read

 An age for a moment in the blink of an eye
O's chaos reckons as good a womb as any
a sudden whirling shuffle under Juniper
leaves tales and traces fourth steady line erasing
telling the tale of their placings,
— their orthogonalities and harmonies —
their struggle remains behind 
in the Solaceum floor's sand
lines and depressions and little mounds, how high is the sky?
stains on the ground
where bird and cat intersect only silence can detect
and only open eyes and silent mind listening to the roar of the growling machine
— the great beast without contains all species within —
we see clearly like rewind that fourth line
a plot unfolds backwards: They resurrect in our mind!
—
with no unknown knowledge  beneath our desire
our thirst for Ur's wisdom will only expire
we thank you for life and we thank you with love
we know Ur's around us, there's no need for above

A Tree for Ash

Ur will drink our tears for you
and Moon will shine on Ur
from love we know you had in life
a great Ağaç shall emerge

Dreadwaters

 sounds and songs and words and lines
paragraphic jungley ropey slick vines
pornography for base poetry divine
slash and hack and ingress deeper
weakness rise as flesh it fails
time weaves chrysalistic wails
protects the gene from wind and sails
the will it stretches like a taut rope bridge
twixt canyon walls 'pon thermal rise
our eyes they fill with our demise
time loops round and round our life

       a path a trail already cut 
— winds over bluff to Neverslut —
       a path we find too violent
         to walk with company

n

n this variable distinct
we presume to be succinct:

from willow's buds raindrops depend
as nictinastic flowering
as dawn the sun devours

...her eyes should never weep again
Ur, send this one a million things
Time, give her all of ours

aimless

 it is not significance we fight for in these games
position simple pecking order who's got hold of the reins
the illusion on this train is that any reins remain
the lie is that anyone can order maintain or direction regain and
the only fact is the train cars are bounded and buckling with the strain
at this speed tools evaporate and disintegrate to light
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the rails and the sleepers radiate to plasma emulsify
at this rate we're never getting anywhere

nothing is not beautiful

. we were born without a mind
eyes and senses refract reflect impressions and we were keenly aware — still are
we can hear the music of you and we and everything
architecture unsublime raw unrefined collapsing inward from original hit 
that's the spot the blossoming pain the topknot's trembling shattered refrain
the broken bit the weak point in the casing of our brain
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beauty is all of certainty — love our only feel —
our paradox invisible, defined by our dissent
light's the matter of we and us and mass is how we feel
love distant, giant, growing large as we ourself consume
feeding on our self torment and nourished by our doom
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resolution fails as great things grow but threadlike harmony amplifies
amber laser monofilament and c between two orbs
we see in dark relief it all — the alternative to life is nothing
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