Well, this is a cordial gathering
Thanks for asking
No in fact I'm not employed
I appreciate the inquiry, actually these free snacks are the reason I came
No, I've never heard of you or your associate
Actually, I don't agree with your quips
But, I can't quit. So let's laugh let's laugh let's laugh
No I don't feel how I feel
I might feel like a rainforest crawling with indescribable fauna
Or like a bag of dust, tossed into the back of a truck
I could feel mathematical about skin
Fanatical about the frames I'm put in - to you
Can't imagine how indistinct I am
How borderless how porous I am
How sensitive and instinctive
How many contingencies I incorporate into my methodology
My daughter reprograms me with incessant memories and impossible game plans
Young brain
She says
Young brain, points at her head
Mine is ripening to the turning point ahead
I am a starfish
I am a starfish tilting
I am a starfish
I am a starfish building a new hand
Cut down then regenerate
I am a sickly engine with no intention but to turn on
Burn on. Then gone.
I spent Wednesday looking for the gnostic gospel I misplaced
Here it is:
I heard that the ceilings of cathedrals are built to look like Noah's Arc
But the ceiling of this church looks like ice
God made the extension cords taped to the carpet
God made the speakers bolted to the window sills
The tools required to gather are as varied as the gathered
But every comfort added has a price
And an unforeseen sacrifice
The piano teacher has you practice cadences on the pulpit
You gather the tones into a single swarm
A child prophet sculpting seven pitches into form
The only correct music is beautiful and noble
In the geology of morals
Flawed philosophies rise to the surface
It is the goodness expelling the sickness.
I am a starfish
I am a starfish tilting
I am a starfish
I am a starfish building, a new hand
Tell me where I end and you begin
Is it at the bone
The blood
The muscle
The skin
The hair
The air
The dark matter
The gravity
The probability wave
The language
The symbols
The other universes
Flying apart at, imaginary speeds