Ө ~ MÖBIUS

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Om is a SuperConstellation
Water Sticks Together
Pain is a Verb
Death is Not
Wrong is a Place
Love has No Opposite
Perfection is a Being
A Dream with more pixels stays longer in the Memory
If there was no Fear there would be no Objects
To be Blessed Sneeze
There is knowledge and there is the memory of that
knowledge by which we continue to regard as true
what we have known to be true
The dewdrop knows how to roll on a razor’s edge but
sometimes a false step
She was looking for provenance to my words as if
it would help her decide if I –
I shrieked – Nuts! They’re Free, Fell From A Tree
Some
aliens
will eat
flesh
in the hope of becoming flesh
This is a chair
You may as well
sit on it
It’s no good
as firewood

MÖBIUS

Glue came unstuck at horizon
We followed ourselves
Wet the sun would not light
We killed anything we did not recognize
At communion a pilgrim offered tongue for extraction
We cut a transverse section in the earth for roots found
doodles
Straw went through tree trunk
Deepsea divers slipped through the tsunami fingers into its
fist and survived
For fear of hurting maggots you used tongue not fingers to
pick them from dog wounds
You the antelope its testy leap arching back antler bluff
deliberate tearing of skin aroma
You tiger burning at its neck
You the ignorant
You said if I am the earth how will I bury myself
Goosebumps on surface of sea
Wind treads on water

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