i spread the seafloor of the universe that expands according to how bright i shine
i steam with noxious elements that make earthworm’s eyes blind
every word i speak creeps onto infinite courageously gathering attractive gravity
heald down with each vowel
while every consonant cups it to a string & pulley to wheel it back to me
i magnetically attack passing comets to explode in pre-selected rhythms of hiphop
once the tails burn out the heavens hale bop
the mysterious history’s original mystery is untraceable even by me – because i only exist in places that time cannot measure
and man’s mental treasures do not contain the data to grasp the fact that man – by definition
cannot understand this boundless frame that i sit in
heads of cosmogonists boggled to split ends
my thoughts travel in perfect elipses
when i get too much on my mind it results in solar eclipses
pleasures drift in a galaxy of wishes made one-by-one from children living in nine-hundred billion different billiard balls all falling asleep to life’s solem dark-ness
i scratch on Saturn’s turntable and drop a galactic chart hit
i take space tokes and blow out banded gaseous giants n’
wait patiently for the arrival of the bright flying Orionids
my vantage to the distance spans a blind sea
the plans for all existence reside inside me
the answers to all the questions are truthfully based on the way i choose to tell it
i am the eldest but flaked my graces to create agents of my ranging faces of practice
we meet every ten-million millenia to speak in the presence of Libra who impresses balance
i look to past events & decide how much time has passed since the last kid tracked his sandprints
had his hands strapped & slain
calculate the present date and make the tape replay
life exists on thin increments, organic galactic bar codes, a dark hole of lost breath
a constellation of connected deaths
a multiverse of isolated lives inside of my text
i slip behind event horizons where the shine is red shifted
bigger than understanding ’cause I stand where life has not existed
one creation that i reorder after the interest turns cold
big bangs and boom baps blast my thorax with worm holes
i forge souls from solar flares
i form circles from folded squares
i spilt a tear that burns the eyes and fills the skies with golden glare
my presence reaches to the depths & sets the order without force, without fail
I am the torque that turns wheels
I think with mathematics to draw random abstract symmetries
the only quantities are zero and infinite
it’s decided, not eccentric
a million years per minute since the print of your forensic
the visions in perception swept in faster in the depths of us
than collisions intersect per second transfered in a spec of dust
i’m trans-treacherous and loving, above me lies my ending
I’m everywhere you look, to never hide I’m never bending