up
Space.
The octopus also is
The black space around itself
Its octopus ink
Clones in clouds.
Its round human eye is looking
Out at nothing.
Its eight tentacles
Are fingering ink-jet spacetime.
It squirts the self
Around itself it floats in.
It opens its eight arms wide.
It opens its eye and mouth and suckers wide.
It is an eight-armed dome and does.
It is the universe and is.
It is the royal palm
Of consciousness slightly swaying above the beach.
Angels are swimming
In the sea.
Manta rays ripple by
Nearby.
The interstellar dust
Keeps incubating life.
The oral
Sharks are always having fun.
One tank at the aquarium
Of nothingness
Contains all this
Zest.
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23. FAINT GALAXY
I come from
Far away from you
And that is
Far away.
Hundreds of
Millions of stars in a
Galaxy and billions of galaxies and one
Billions of light-years away.
I came from
Far away from you
And that was
Far away.
My news is billions
Of light-years ago. When
I started to come toward
You.
And somewhere
Along the way. I
Forget
What I was going to say.
I came from
Far away from you and
That is far
Away.
The light
That reaches you now
Is I
Began far off.
That touches your eyes.
That enters your thought.
From afar.
From the start.
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24. EDWARD WITTEN
Witten is designing
A babyâs bib
With a little red
Sea horse raised
Embroidered emblem. Now
When baby spits out the baby food paste
The universe is spooning into her face
A little red sea horse will catch it.
A little red
Sea horse is eleven-dimensional
Spacetime. It unicycles
Upright in space
In all directions
At once.
A little thread sea horse
Is deaf,
Blind, canât smell,
Has no voice.
The universe
Is also raised
On a background of something else,
And the something else
Is there to catch something
Else.
It will catch hell
For the unfathomable inhuman
Daring of the theory
The heroic Edward Witten
At the Institute for Advanced Study
Has put forward in the Theory of Everything
To the effect
That we spill.
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25. THE BIRTH OF THE UNIVERSE
The perfect petals
Of the rose
Of time, of all three
Angels that prepare for this,
Of everything the blue
Warm water does
To magnify the August hour,
The perfect
Thunder mint
Between the thumb and finger
Makes, or the large smell of rain before it rains,
Grow from several storm cells
Violently,
While the hour
Hand sweeps as if it were barking seconds
And the day stands still,
In perfect bloom,
And so the universe
Was just conceived,
And just arrives,
And jets a rising fountain
Lit with many lights
And colors,
And a rushing sound,
And it is night,
And it is air,
And the ice cream is infinite
Above the cone
The small hand holds
Dripping, holds the torch
Of everything
Is good.
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26. STARLIGHT
To return to the impossible
Is to be happy in the future
With what after all was the start
And continues to produce.
You know what that means?
It means you are in love.
It means to live your life
You have to.
The universe is ourself
Moving in sleep
Very slowly or in sudden
Seizures toward eternal life.
The universe is a single organism
Made of two
Or more individual,
Or many more than two, individual
Moving parts and blitzkrampf,
Explosive but balletic slow-mo
Of vast organs
Of ecstasy making sounds
The radio telescopes will hear
Billions of light-years from now,
The way whales croon
Whalesong through the ocean microphone
To an audience in darkness far away.
To live your life
You have to use it up.
A star performs its nuclear core.
Beautiful Kate Valk of the Wooster Group
Of actors does the male title role in
The Emperor Jones
In blackface till she is so much
Starlight she stops.
Â
27. QUANTUM MECHANICS
It is raining on one side
Of the street and
A mother on the other.
Boy, itâs hot!
Incandescence not making sense,
The ultimate
The weather will
Allow.
Of the energy
Of a supernova
Space.
The octopus also is
The black space around itself
Its octopus ink
Clones in clouds.
Its round human eye is looking
Out at nothing.
Its eight tentacles
Are fingering ink-jet spacetime.
It squirts the self
Around itself it floats in.
It opens its eight arms wide.
It opens its eye and mouth and suckers wide.
It is an eight-armed dome and does.
It is the universe and is.
It is the royal palm
Of consciousness slightly swaying above the beach.
Angels are swimming
In the sea.
Manta rays ripple by
Nearby.
The interstellar dust
Keeps incubating life.
The oral
Sharks are always having fun.
One tank at the aquarium
Of nothingness
Contains all this
Zest.
Â
23. FAINT GALAXY
I come from
Far away from you
And that is
Far away.
Hundreds of
Millions of stars in a
Galaxy and billions of galaxies and one
Billions of light-years away.
I came from
Far away from you
And that was
Far away.
My news is billions
Of light-years ago. When
I started to come toward
You.
And somewhere
Along the way. I
Forget
What I was going to say.
I came from
Far away from you and
That is far
Away.
The light
That reaches you now
Is I
Began far off.
That touches your eyes.
That enters your thought.
From afar.
From the start.
Â
24. EDWARD WITTEN
Witten is designing
A babyâs bib
With a little red
Sea horse raised
Embroidered emblem. Now
When baby spits out the baby food paste
The universe is spooning into her face
A little red sea horse will catch it.
A little red
Sea horse is eleven-dimensional
Spacetime. It unicycles
Upright in space
In all directions
At once.
A little thread sea horse
Is deaf,
Blind, canât smell,
Has no voice.
The universe
Is also raised
On a background of something else,
And the something else
Is there to catch something
Else.
It will catch hell
For the unfathomable inhuman
Daring of the theory
The heroic Edward Witten
At the Institute for Advanced Study
Has put forward in the Theory of Everything
To the effect
That we spill.
Â
25. THE BIRTH OF THE UNIVERSE
The perfect petals
Of the rose
Of time, of all three
Angels that prepare for this,
Of everything the blue
Warm water does
To magnify the August hour,
The perfect
Thunder mint
Between the thumb and finger
Makes, or the large smell of rain before it rains,
Grow from several storm cells
Violently,
While the hour
Hand sweeps as if it were barking seconds
And the day stands still,
In perfect bloom,
And so the universe
Was just conceived,
And just arrives,
And jets a rising fountain
Lit with many lights
And colors,
And a rushing sound,
And it is night,
And it is air,
And the ice cream is infinite
Above the cone
The small hand holds
Dripping, holds the torch
Of everything
Is good.
Â
26. STARLIGHT
To return to the impossible
Is to be happy in the future
With what after all was the start
And continues to produce.
You know what that means?
It means you are in love.
It means to live your life
You have to.
The universe is ourself
Moving in sleep
Very slowly or in sudden
Seizures toward eternal life.
The universe is a single organism
Made of two
Or more individual,
Or many more than two, individual
Moving parts and blitzkrampf,
Explosive but balletic slow-mo
Of vast organs
Of ecstasy making sounds
The radio telescopes will hear
Billions of light-years from now,
The way whales croon
Whalesong through the ocean microphone
To an audience in darkness far away.
To live your life
You have to use it up.
A star performs its nuclear core.
Beautiful Kate Valk of the Wooster Group
Of actors does the male title role in
The Emperor Jones
In blackface till she is so much
Starlight she stops.
Â
27. QUANTUM MECHANICS
It is raining on one side
Of the street and
A mother on the other.
Boy, itâs hot!
Incandescence not making sense,
The ultimate
The weather will
Allow.
Of the energy
Of a supernova
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