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O sweet House of Nothing sweet House of many Fables & Secret Sorrows!
     you steer these vessels within my body of light maps against all methods
body of angel-fog body of bodiless mystic ellipses rose of re-bloom the hour
     of no earth the heaven that clatters upon your magnetic lighted celestial
voyage pink-balmed crested zest of our encased eartinuums where
     the Reset Button turns out to be a Detonator              It’s that feeling you get
                                      that feeling you all know well
        when you think back on memories     
                                                                    not necessarily nostalgic-inducing
                                                       but that sudden hulkish
                                      punctual unpredictability
          that arises out of you!

I am a spasm in a flower vase          I am “on the double” like a doppelganger   
Your eyes are like ripples in crystal clear swimming pools
       You are a flower vase in a spasm           where I grow like a bushwhacked
phantomflower                                              coming back to life
in percussive re-growths of earth-sounding
                                             shattered metasynths
upon the mathemagical concerto of our quantum physiognomy

The House is turning in on us      paradoxes     parodies       
traversing the unnecessary           The Centipede’s Dilemma     in redux
     We’re falling from an indefensible roof of stars
where all the world’s a cage