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The narrator

                                                    What is waiting on
                                                 the other side
                                              for us
                                           waiting
                                        on the other side
                                     for us
                                  is it some kind of
                               scanner
                            that detects it
                          rippling
                       pushing through
                     or did you know
                  did you know already
                it would happen
              it already happened
            like a story
         that crescendos
      right before the alarm
   goes off—the alarm
goes off

We figured it out
  before you were awake
     or even born from luca
         the map is like a song
             to us we know it
                so well
                    we can see you coming
                        from a mile away in it
                           it’s not like we own you
                              but you’re compromised
                                 it’s programmed
                                     like a pattern of blocks
                                         the more you taste it
                                             the closer you come
                                                 you’re right there
                                                     on the brink again
                                                         —right there
                                                              on the brink
                                                                 again




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Las siestas

Somehow                                             I always end
                                              up here by the water
 with dirty feet
  it flashes back
                                          this other world
                                         we’re in now
looks like a dream
     it’s so consistent
                                                I know
                                                 so meet me by the lake
 somehow with dirty feet
flashback to the songbirds
                                           
     in the forest I’m awake
                                                but I was there again
           by the water
      with dirty feet
                                                     dirty toenails
                                                         I live alone
        during the day
               I’m not alone
                                                       by the lake
                                                I’ll pick the lighter up
  with my toes
I’ll take the clover honey
                                               from the cupboard
                                              I’ll keep it on the counter
      ’til it’s gone
 I’ll smoke a joint
                                               outside in the shade
                                                   it used to seem
so much more random
             than this leaking
                                                locality from both sides
                                                              what am I



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She had a face like a rotifer

These fluctuations
Manifest
It’s uncertainty
                                    Yeah
A twitch in the eye
Now I think I
Why I was never in control
                                    Yeah
Arising inescapably
A bunch of dots
In little groups
                                    Yeah
On a piece of paper
That’s all we are to them
All we are to them
                                    Yeah
Why it happens to me
Why it doesn’t happen
To you
                                    Yeah
Why it happens to me
Why it doesn’t happen
To you
                                    Yeah
We might be
Something else
Something somewhere else
                                    Yeah
You’re more here
& I’m more there
It’s who we are
                                    Yeah
We might be
Something else
Something somewhere else
                                    Yeah
You’re more here
& I’m more there
It’s who we are
                                    Yeah
Why it happens to me
Why it doesn’t happen
To you
                                    Yeah
Why it happens to me
Why it doesn’t happen
To you
                                    Yeah
She had a face like a rotifer
Wanted to be the first in line
Didn’t care what she was waiting for
                                    Yeah
She saw her name at the top of the list
She saw those numbers to the sky
But nobody came
                                    Yeah
Nobody came
She had a face like a rotifer
Looking back at me oh
                                    Yeah
Something broke under her heel
The timeline stopped an infinite
Of filaments fell out of her purse
                                    Yeah
Like intestines would
Or chiral liquid crystal marbles
We suck off in sequence
                                    Yeah
In a circle off the floor



Zeno of Elea

The rains come
 It changes
It changes
The window
 It opens
It opens
Particles entangled
 Like lovers
Like lovers
Two times
 Is curving
Is curving
The rains come
 It changes
It changes
The window
 It opens
It opens
Particles entangled
 Like lovers
Like lovers
Two times
 Is curving
Is curving
You want back in
 But you gotta give
 It up to us
Up to us
You want back in
 But you gotta give
 It up to us
Up to us
The rains come
 It changes
It changes
The window
 It opens
It opens
Particles entangled
 Like lovers
Like lovers
Two times
 Is curving
Is curving



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                  it would be possible


      to create a crystal


                          breaking an equivalent symmetry
                  in time the same way
     that a crystal breaks
symmetry in space
—he thought

mulling over—musing—

turning fresh pages just to hear it—

feel the nice folds go out of and into their place

                   the first time it was theorized

we ate them like eggs from the rooftops


          Higgs’ hairy hand
reached out of whiteout
                conditions to give up
         this punctured spacesuit of alarm bells
  you could touch into a warm mute

                  the time regularity
would be somehow dormant
                         hidden from view like a dragnet
                                               adding a little energy
                                                       would unveil its

                                  hyperspace

this solved the paradox of perpetual motion
                     (see you tonight)


[name redacted]

 

Used to crush fourteen hour days—
now I rely on machines

We’d all be sittin’ or standin’
there under fluorescent lights

Would wear my headphones most of
the time in my own world of techno

Snipping away at the moment meditating
smoking charas constantly for weeks

I noticed you looked young for your
age, a mother, late-thirties—you were
jealous of my speed—

Like a modern witch with your skinny
short dark hair, black hoody and pale skin—

They’d come and go maybe twelve in all—
but it was your intense energy

That stood out to me the most—
we had something in common

You were beyond me in some ways—
we had feet on both sides

Hands that had reached through other
worlds and everybody knew it—

How long we spent in this room was
irrelevant for we were somewhere
else entirely all along—

Seeing you livid on the phone brought me
some strange hope that I was not alone—

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It was pure automata—one evening
you approached me from behind—

Scissors no longer in hand
you worked your way into my shoulders

My neck—my back straightened out—
you shifted something biomechanical
on the right side of my throat—

We both felt it move as I was subsequently
propelled from reality into an all-too-familiar
neon vortex of light—

Fuck I must be dead—just like that!
There goes my aorta!

Yet through the timeless persistence it became
apparent that back there I was still living—

You were still pressing
while I was still flying—

You were still standing
I was still sitting—

And no one else in the room
had any idea what was happening

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When I came back I told you
and everyone else

In endogenous ecstasy and disbelief
all was fiery—aglow and reassembling—

The dynamics of possibility may reveal itself
as gifts you can receive only once—

What was this that set us apart—brought us together—
and is it that which makes us just like everybody else