I felt a merge
dimensional shift
watch you can
see myself
take the glass
ease a sip
but I am one
head tumbling
forward in time
left back
leaving
himself on
my own
my seed takes
its place in
parricidal agonizing
necessity or it
is nothing--but is it, and
can it be nothing?--
a wonder of the spatial
age, consequential
tumescence and
Asexual breeding,
we have the perfect boy
he is a time machine
quantum spermal generator
he stretches
big bang to entropy
has seen ever toilet
in the galaxy
is a right shithead
and genius of the stars
I am the beginning and
end of line
a lifetime dreamstate
functioning on borrowed
mass--
stand at edge
3 D space
laid out culling wind
lead shift into place
eyes rewind click
clack click snap
moving again now
one minute one second
at perfect intervals
he tries to remember
what it was like
watches clocks
without hands.
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