etherealise us
— to eye
voidside
my baby millennia
for all rivers
roll
back to primordial seas
to port
new tidelines
as I rise
alive
with photogenic tears
blue wired
— a long cord
to tangle
in ethernet lines
to dredge
the loudest news
from old musk
and new bloodlusts
of ruby ready
connective issues.
the truth
still a reacher
on blank walls
and black-eyed screens
but a full spectrum
streaming to the touch
with one lip
open =
a raging god
a dream
of pure poison
mercury and venus
each end the sky
for my children of salt
separate the shore.
we drink
sour
and drink
the bay
and drink
along the new smart lanes
in spirit
by the litre
buying up the ocean
as lines tighten
and lines undo.
my ties
sever a winter
as silver
as a pocketknife
i eat
and eat
as we witness
me
unfriending my generation
deleting my timeline again
purging the torrent
divesting destiny
to the sun
a song unspent
a rusted grace
so watch us sync
to an orphan thought
to one will
to one time
questioning
why we banished pluto
and forgot old ophiuchus
and the snake
of no name
of no mark
of no mother or wound.
at the milk pool
we sink
as to connect
in the paracosms
of ancient intellect
and born again
in death
are we.
let's do it.
no.
let's do it.
no.
like a whole new world
to pretend in. new things
old things
but this talk is cheap
as cheap
as my poetry.
this poem
only written
to fill
a new collection.
and for Watt?
oh what
a waste.
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