headphoneperson
Rising Star
I put a bullet
between the eyes of this ego today
and out bloomed the firework
fractals of life
a molecular parachute of
love. Molecule,
I can feel your work wrought
in my head:
Singing pitch perfect electric
fevered pitch.
intricacy and delicacy, infinite regress
the fantastical lattice-work made precipitate
out of mind
some super-cooled solvent at work,
some communique received
alive (Alive!)
until
enzymatic action
my dear friend hustles
in the vortex of self-organization catalyzed
out of habit,
the bloom evaporates, precipitate
dissolves
back into the hot liquid of
mind and wake of
memory.
between the eyes of this ego today
and out bloomed the firework
fractals of life
a molecular parachute of
love. Molecule,
I can feel your work wrought
in my head:
Singing pitch perfect electric
fevered pitch.
intricacy and delicacy, infinite regress
the fantastical lattice-work made precipitate
out of mind
some super-cooled solvent at work,
some communique received
alive (Alive!)
until
enzymatic action
my dear friend hustles
in the vortex of self-organization catalyzed
out of habit,
the bloom evaporates, precipitate
dissolves
back into the hot liquid of
mind and wake of
memory.