Where the Mountains neither Do nor Do Not Exist

The brainstem is a map of maps. Christ escalates the blue embers

of the language that writes itself 

through the atomic structure of the wine.

A phantomas.  The listening through the world, 

points of consciousness containing a trillion sphinxes,

charting the name

through the Void: the ultimate wilderness, where there are no birds

and the emptiness

is still singing, on the day the newspaper fell through the sky,

landing in the light.

The light itself is an Eye. This is one of the secrets.

To describe the Universe in meaningnless words, or the slow motion 

cascade of Insanity lost in the living room when the televisions are 

watching themselves evolve

through a mysterious process that rains through the brain

in a randomnicity of electromagnetic hypnosis,

when Tesla and Einstein are contemplating the sound 

of Tunguska

and the lost door begins to open,

through the clock, in Zurich and Geneva.  There was a day,

on the Bergenstrasse, when the world was an electric whirlwind,

James Joyce and Einstein stood in the rain,

in an experiment of glass beads, their faces rising with theories

and the theory of theories,

and the Clockmaker spun a web

in the cobblestone,

revealing only the face of a horse

and Nietzsche weeping, the summer rain.

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Catalogs of wildfire: the nine thousand species of humanity,

a fable of false wisdom,

the garden that writhes with undulating curves,

Ferns that describe the Memory of Venus and the Face of the 

Angels that sleep inside the numberline,

the summit of some mountain 

that neither does nor does not exist.

Reviews

[Woody]

fascinating!!!!! your language is stunning. I'd be lying if I said I understood everything but what I did left me in awe. wonderful lines but I won't pick any out. too many.

[Hawkmoon]

thanks for reading & responding :) i dont understand any of it either but ya gotta keep trying, hahaha weirdness Seriously write more about the Animalians before they all go extinct

[Woody]

that's a good one "before they go extinct". I'll see if I can come up with another weird one.

[Hawkmoon]

yeah like the monarch butterflies in the United States due to pesticide 1 billion reduced to 100 million ... put the poems in a time capsule and pray for rain

[Hawkmoon]

do you know tom robbins also

[Woody]

isn't it sad and tragic what we have done to this beautiful world of ours? I may sound pessimistic but I feel there's no turning back. where will it all end? we're only trying to slow down the inevitable. our demise.

[Woody]

don't think I do. hang on. thank goodness for google :)

[Woody]

I've read a few quotes quicly just to have an idea. but I'll definitely go back. cos I find him hilarious. really really funny. thank you very mucch hawkmoon.
BTW, just remembered James Thurber. have you read anything by him. I discovered "the Thurber carnival" when I was a student and I thought he was a genius comedian.