God and the night with an empty mouth.
Man pushing hot milk bottles into yawning face
of ant
bright orange hill.
Woman taking notes on the mother giraffe
here now in the bright green grass.
Golden staff has lifted itself
over all in the world
we are welded to the perfect time
and the staff inlaid with pictogram
of the dream of dreams.

Yellow lime lightening mouth.
The possession of the greatest regression
for which all form and content is exposed and removed.
Squeeze advanced library calculation
which at night seemed to zip the matter of meaning up
and lifted things with sophisticated welts
tattoos of sailing vessels released by birth of monkey queen in the fourteenth centaury.
Lifted and launched groupings of paper work water colors
turned into glowing puddles on rooftops of grand cathedrals from other planetary atmosphere
where they too go on all day
picking fruit from trees and murdering each other.
Open all of the grand cabinetry
the finely designed wooden sphinxes and school cubbyholes
inspect content
press the issue of professional puppetry in peach pie factory
the sky at birth of fire flies green with white hearing green time trembling
awake with mouths agape.
Inspect grand pianos with gloves made of porcupine quills.
Grow genetic oddities in the mass waterways and privately sleep with a golden crown upon your head.
What is this here?
The means to an end is another beginning
a billowing loop of time
again will pin something down.
And if it cannot will turn back to rethink the ways of swimming fish
of flying birds
of miracle and mania.

If I cannot hear sound
then what would be coming through my black and white cake ears?
How and why would my eyes turn down the birds?
What of the thousand things I am blanking out now
which were so much larger then I can account for.
You are wounded with invisible contraptions
making their way on burnt butter carpets
roughly strewn
clearly death is not a form
till it makes form of something
and spins it away into the ground and air.
No longer can I hear what is coming for me
a noose
a cup of orangish white coffee.
Another thing brought into my hands
remaining indistinguishable.