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I can't put a finger on it 
I'd only [size="2"]f[/SIZE]uck it up
configuration of dust
posed in sunbeam; memory lit

walking shores of city streets
headphones praying in reverse
music legato synaptic curse
mind out of pocket sands a beach

so beautiful I can't put a finger on it
wall street journal of the mind reminds me
walking shores of city streets wavelengths I see
muddle on rocks; 
setting memory backlit

by a 99 cent flame

a blind man lighting a crack pipe
in a cove off a well traveled avenue
blinks rap,id the last faith 
ocd voodoo
memory sets on light

in an rem of the eyelid
seems and seams
stitch perceptive schemes
keep Plato's cave hid

I am become pixelated
televisor of worlds
Oppenheimer swirls
atomic dust incantated

beneath the mushroom cloud
spores play 
   
    trix 
	      
	     with 
			
 		      light

stations tripping all night
 in snow storms underground


pure it started, im- it's 
been plied
hands with fingers with nails
scraping ultimate 
suffix
their undersides unclean
then filed under 
sharpness
-ness
words play 
technicolor daisies
pushing through
sockets 

the day the 
penumbra 
constricted
Nick crooned 
them 
Higg's Boson 
Blues in 
escaping electro
-magnetism
universally 
tiny violins, 
	listen:  
your crescendo composed
in viscera of a second
escapement hatch opens
temp(tick)orary
by pos(defin)ition; 
life pours 
grad(ually)
-iently
projector refracted
through 
	the
	television  
	
a
	  MAN:

concentrates
with mighty 
mountain residue
scraped from the surface
of paramount pond
sculpture a second
minus the first
for infinity
forever and 
ever for 
an amen		     

Geneva is no more 
a radio wave
see the 
supernovae fade
into metaphor
gravity's slumping 
rainbow smeared into
non-canvas

      -trans-
      mission
     timeless
   paper streams 
       in 3d
     two black
       holes
   splitter plug 
    glass globes
     burnt ash
 black to back and 
       white
      Henry's 
 subchemical stardust
 sticking on our body 
     of water
 "There Goes the Sun"
  - light melting
    to fructose
    "Here Comes-" 
      glucose 
    peak-seasoned
     Berryman
    plucked from
    fractal fuses
       burnt 
         to 
           the
        buds
        explode  
    up sunrise
    on synaptic 
        bay

  the bridge is 
     on fire
  that's why 
  we 
	jump
  we 
	drown 
  the corpse back 
  to life
  but -
  drag the lake's
  no-good;
  nobody 
  is ever 
  missing