Glossolalia Glissando Andante

Neologos, allegro:  the corpusculent embers of Dawn,

where the seabirds are baking a thousand whirlwinds in their wings 

tornadoes of bird fueled madness, 

dropping eyelids like the seeds of the Apocalypse in some 

perfumery of Creation, when the nostrils

are caked with sodium pentathol and the Sun is like a Hearse

full of Hollywood actors,

ten thousand soldiers disappearing into the Story that Begins and 

Ends in the eyes of a newborn messiah,

the smile curving in a crescent above the temple whose name is anonymous,

adamantine embers billowing in arboreal crests,

word by word a lung haunted silence escalating exhalations above 

the subnuclear coil of an involvement void,

the event horizon where there are No Strangers, but a series 

of phantoms balanced in a masquerade of lost consciousness, 

in the place where the Universe is no Longer the Universe

but something escaping itself on it's way to another horizon,

until the doorbell rings and the television begins to describe

the lost nightmares of Harry Houdini.

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On the edge of the razor, there is a collection of human throats.

Stainless steel hummingbirds, grazing the human eye with delusional 

wisdom, the psychology of transience, an impermanent angelic 

synergy of What If, What If, What if the Night Shined in the 

rhodopsins of the Human Eye, infinity paused the way JS Bach's fugues

pause in the human flesh, for just a moment between glances

when memory surrenders it's wisdom to the depths of the indeterminate

world --- and there, a Ghost is dreaming of the Rainforest,

and the Styrofoam Cup is a pawn in the Game of the Gods,

a reptilian hindbrain is writhing like a witch heart in the drainage ditch,

where the Surgeons of Purgatory are describing the scene

to Antonin Artaud, 

who has arrived on the scene like a Mime in a Ventriloquists' nightmare,

his fingertips containing 

a puzzle of broken toys, those Soldiers full of light and jade,

sapphires of sadness expressed in the curve of their skeletons 

underneath the glow of a bonfire of thunder at the edge of the Bomb Making Sky.