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Realm of You
07:42
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I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;
Nor tie to earths to come,
Nor action new;
Except through this extent,
The realm of you.
Come slowly, Eden!
Lips unused to thee,
Bashful, sip your jasmines,
As a fainting bee,
Reaching late your flower,
I round your fragrant calm,
Drinking your nectars,
I am lost in balms ...
Of all the souls that stand create
I have elected one.
When sense from spirit flies away,
And subterfuge is done;
When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;
When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, –
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
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Falling
03:51
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A body that was cloaked in light
makes itself naked in you
and thoughts of self dissolve like night
in Lucifer.
You made love to the god
of the moon and the stars
and the clouds and the sun
and what became of it?
The sun, a ball of doom, ascends the sky,
and the mouths of all the creatures sing,
minds melting, tongues hollering, wet and loud,
moaning for the glory that is rising.
Nakedness unthought, your eye in hot plunder,
the nub of your wand shreds your mind
and finds itself in Lucifer.
O Superman. O Mom and Dad.
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Mushrooms
06:51
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People make love on the streets.
Mushrooms make love to the corpses they turn into brains.
True tongues call love what never shames.
Ululating throats and shining bodies
tell no lies in the deep green vines.
Tensions hold: there is love within the love –
the trance of what's eternal.
But eternal breaks and comes as wholly as the flesh –
the flesh that leaves as quickly as the next
while long the lovers hold as though they may forget.
In electric satisfaction there is weeping in the wake:
the healing breath, the hearty, wholesome, happy quake.
Lovers touch a tree cause it smells so great
what scent what seed what fruit what nut –
the groaning earth and the warm water cut –
any Earth in any omniverse the cawing of the claws of love.
The crucial moan is slow in coming open.
Eyes light gold like a person giving up their burdens.
To make something new you have to linger
in the thank you thank you thank you thank you evermore –
but not yet, not even soon –
the great moon always pulls its tide to shore.
Our water's in love with its gravity, we see
as we swim in the semen that seems like a sea.
We can be made open
and spheres will come to make us an ocean
the pleasures of the day, the vibrations of the night.
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The burning trees outside your door turn shocking flat in two dimensions.
Your friend who is a saint is crazy and yelling at cars on the street
while the afterbirth of the computer world singes your lips.
A wiry haze of hot phantoms lingers on the telephone wires
making messages for governments and citizens
with numbers and bibles and physics.
The psychedelic limelight of your mind twists through time
in a century made of laughter stretched bitterly through code.
This feverish feel sits as jelly in the air as strangers dance with electronics.
Superman unveils a fresh philosophy: musclemen flex in identical outfits.
The implants in your brain,
The lithium in your computer,
The implants in your brain seize your muscle and lead you to a temple.
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Holy Lights
03:26
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we're in a world made
from luminescent names
organisms swimming
through maps of lights of names
the pulsing thorax of a giant
brightened by spears of light
the ribs the loins the belly
the ribs the heart the throat the skull
holy lights light up
in the map of future life
different-coloured diamonds
floating overhead
making music written
for a diamond head
powers from the ground
in bands of coloured light
the flashing light
the synesthesia of the vision
and the life
the verve of everything on the edge of madness
an odd teetering on the edge of madness
the pried rib cage bent in
looking in, seeing holiness
and the birth of science,
innumerable tragedies
gone bodies
piling in catacombs
becoming bones, now
ignited with prescient light:
here is the lively light, the achievement –
the coloured streams
sounding in clamour sparkling sounds that sound from strands of light,
always in splendour, you in splendour,
for you live – always –
enshrined in sheers of flickering colours veiling light
yesod, malkuth, chesed, ain, ain sof, ain sof aur
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The floor pattern does not match the drywall. The drywall you had Susan bring in with her wonderful SUV – it's a wonderful SUV – but the drywall she purchased simply does not match the floor plan
that we already decided upon. There is a pattern on the floor and this was designed by a professional designer, and this designer was handpicked by an individual I personally vetted for your very influential step-uncle. And I cannot overstate the degree to which I felt myself embarrassed – not just socially, but spiritually, metaphysically – by the contrast between the drywall and the wallpaper and the floor pattern that we agreed upon at the beginning of this endeavour. We both agreed that the floor pattern was very important to our future. This is something we invested in at the beginning of this marital adventure! And that kind of understanding between two loving partners is something beyond sacred – so when two loving partners agree on a floor pattern it has to match the goddamn wallpaper and the drywall! Are you fucking kidding me? I said are you fucking kidding me?! Oh my God. I could buy your mother's mansion! I could buy your goddamn children! I could buy your future! I could buy this fucking city! Did you hear me? I said I could buy this fucking city! Ahhhhhhhh you!
Look at the original contract. No – get the original contract. You can see it – I swear to you it was in the contract. There was something we signed – I swear to you – it wasn't just the thing you sign saying you're married legally now. No, there was something else that we signed – and I think you remember signing that too. It was a happy day for us – yeah it was a happy day for us, but do you know what else it was? It was me securing my financial future against your betrayal. Because – because – I mean – I mean I'm just trying to get something going here man! I'm just trying to get something going! So when I walk into a room and I see that – that that that ... ridiculous drywall – of course, yeah the floor pattern matches the couch, but not – I repeat – not the drywall! Are you fucking kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me?!
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Alex sought to make a clean getaway but ended up fostering two dolphins - sorry that's two herds of dolphins ...
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Yound Toronto, Ontario
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