What if space-time energy was like a fetus universe of possible conception?
As if bazooka birthed from Nova's cosmic womb.
Baby bump delivery date can't wait already.
Boom blasted sonic as hayride's cry.
Birthday of everyday that was, is, will happen sometime today.
Stretch accelerated Plato Cave expansion expression exhibition.
Muse museum rooms of hallway tombs of doom's wonder wander.
Inside a universal universe waiting the birth of born.
Suppose that initial point of conception at the apex of creation.
Smaller than a raindrop of microcosmic origin.
Like a period at sentence end says it's time to move on.
Form a lighting flash moment when all was one insignificant hot dot.
Of a space-time fertilized one cell egg.
To become trillions upon billions of galactic recapitulations.
As star-filled autumn desert Joshua nights.
As one to many undercurrents of core star web connection.
Distance division bond possible.
As unified unconscious telepathic body-to-body instantaneous trading post soft-shoe pursuits.
Able to withstand what's considered lemonade stand factual.
Hung nailed upside-down on a painted hang-man's head.
Mistakenly thought to be what's seen screenshot picture perfect framed in dance floor mirrors.
Of audition renditions past.
As sensory embossed silver spoon flare affairs.
Caught flypaper lights-camera-action redaction enaction.
Blown down far away as floating dandelion seeds.
Between rows of you and me.
At harvest's unexpected openings of green nature rest.
Where earth rumbles deeper heartbeats than dreaming diamonds.
What if the body knows the true nature of things?
While the mind can't find the words.
If so, could the true meaning of words be silent carnal knowledge?
Making everything a metaphor for what is.
If we can't take it all with
us . . .
Unspent billions.
False teeth.
Holes in the undies.
Last week's dream.
Fingers inside rings.
Dirty sink dishes.
Who's asking anyway?
"I" of my lusty dust ashes.
Ear to RR tracks.
klickity-klack
I want it all back
Train embrace sideways
stoplight to stoplight
red signal race.
Engine lizard muscle
tail propelled
rear-end forward.
Big-Rip zoom destination
map held doom gloom.
Oh. crap!
Didn't I even keep an owned
me?
Where's that birth certified
certificate of buried proof?
Might of been housed inside
a rent-a-tent body.
Evicted like shelled crab meat.
Own me fiddle maker do
stamped having once been.
Sole fact-checked soul hack.
Eyed opposing dance floor
mirrors to reach landfall sea.
Spoke therein was
infinite regressions
rip-tide rolling sandy
shore hourglass me.
So we all got on board.
Left no seat gone empty.
Homeward toward forward.
Before curtain call Fall.
Flew front door through.
Out the back who knew.
Ear to RR tracks.
klickity-klack
I want it all back.
When end's end ended
did start's start start?
