I glimpsed your ghost,
but for a moment
in the middle of the night
just as I opened my eyes.
You stood stock still --
right there at the foot of my bed.
I couldn't make out your expression
in the short time before you faded.
In the morning, I learned
that you died that night.
war is in the wind; i hear its shrill grinding, but can't tell from where.
I sit within an empty cave. It's empty, that's for sure. It's dark, so dark that nothing shines. What sound is that? A purr? I'm in this cave, and not alone, but with what I can't say. It's in the back where it's jet black -- a predator? Or prey? I'm walking now; I don't dare run. the ground is all cockeyed with stalagmites and stalactites. I grope, in need of guide. And feeling through Stygian space, I bust open my head. Warm blood, I feel, run down my face. I'm squeezed by rising dread. I hear a squeak, a mouse strolls through; then silence is restored. If only my mind were so rid of its outsized horrors.
rows of hills, each new ridge fades more into nothingness.
white water lily at the old pond's edge: no water sound.
The sage philosopher Plato,
drawn by many a scholar with a halo,
broke many hearts
by shunning the Arts.
Everything is happening
somewhere in that city.
Blocks of block buildings
broken into smaller blocks,
in turn into smaller ones.
Those blocks -- rooms --
are the city's unit of interest.
So many rooms,
so much potential for the:
-nefarious,
-virtuous,
-ill-advised,
-hideous,
-hopeful,
-hilarious...
Someone is hanging
from a rafter,
waiting to be found.
Thousands are masturbating.
AI surveys the porn they surf,
making new genres in real time
based on unfulfilled search terms...
In one room, a scientist
figured out a cure for cancer
in a burst of inspiration,
but by the time she'd found a pen,
she'd lost it -- no trace remaining.
She then convinced herself
she'd never really had it...
but she had.
Everything that can happen
has happened,
will happen,
and is happening
in the city.
the creek bed is wide, yet dark by dome of trees that stretch for light.
There was a fast programmer from Pune who rolled the dice on Lady Fortuna. He caused more blue screens than you've ever seen 'til they fired that wild coder from Pune.
woke up,
stitched up;
something growing
deep within
inside /
outside
what strange hell
is this?
what's this box i
built within my brain:
old ideas keeping
out the light
i read a story,
made a movie --
all within my mind,
but something grew out
that i couldn't comprehend
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