A Hippopatamus and a Rhinoceros Go into a Daydream

Columns of moonlight billowing from an open wound;

a ring of gold 

like silence, waiting on the cusp of the greenhouse

where the sun has drawn a shadow around the circle of

the human eye; 

ten Saints have translated the beginning of the book 

from a puzzle that hides in the trees,

where there are strange languages that have yetr to be discovered; 

maroon lunacies

and a periwinkle phantasm that contains only the white light of the lost 

those whose lives 

never arrived

but lurked on the edge of their flesh 

like a wave trapped between crest and trough 

when the civilizations are advancing 

in random numbers and diadems of consciousness,

the paint by number dream trhat races from eye to eye 

in an eerie

surprise of worldess superstitions.

Sge us European, Asian, born nowhere, draped like a veil across an 

open face, waiting to be born where the centuries condense,

resting in a strange bed, like a bird that has no where to fly,

but calles the skeleton a nest: 

A Zebra meteors through the daydream: revealing ten thousand possibilities.

the advent of a zoologoical tapestry, some symphonic blurring of harmonies

between the hippopatamus and the rhinoceros

a strange geometry of god- fire, 

containing ten million ideas that cannot find an entrance, 

but  that wander through the world on a whirlwind of atoms,

every thought as unreal as the next

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[Robin]

axon to dendrite , axon to dendrite ... the space between , mutliplexed , chemical reactions begats a electron flow , chaos - teetering on the initial response ... the loom the weaver , the dream the believer ... axon to dendrite the door opens ...

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apart from a few typos, this is a wonderfully lucid piece of writing!
thanks for sharing