What's Your Cosine?
A Puck/Calypso Contemplation
And a one-y-and-a-two-y and a then you look right through me standing waves of higher consonance cascade through lacy dissonance sonic interference forms vibrational coherent modes of thought, actions, appearance, all the sonar scars of hearin' the harmonious licentiousnes constructively disturbing us, from the plane of the ecliptic revolver rounds, the two of us; they're formin' an ellipse me and the eclipse gonna lean in for a kiss magick drippin' from her lips Got the story all backwards a frog from that princess; bufotenin-crested sin aesthetic acid-electric, honeyed-eclectic, chewin' floor-essence always broadcastin' their forever never-go-to-bed presents, tryptamine-laced Ace-of-spaced; Technique-coloured sonar spates [ locked-in grooves bound to her hips that sorceress flickers and drips as she dips]
Luna phrasin'
trip in phase with
telescopic lenses arrayed.
Iris open the Doors of Perception;
or tunnel us under the grates;
I disappearing
when we can't see our faces
we'll find ourselves
vapor.
Bid bon voyage to us bon vivant clairvoyants
trippin the rifters and raptors of revelation
spacin'
on this fine ol' occasion for spry sonic creamin'
can't hold at-all-back, lunatic-gleamin'
wry, naughty dreamer's grin
this lunar invasion seams unseemly
the heavens sing their spatial hymns, dreamily,
to our all-original sins;
Sine right here and invite them in
at wit's end?
unlikely ;)
discovery excites me
i might be addicted,
but i'm not conflicted;
No, I'm Hooked.
knees swish, swash-bucklin' free, will cavin' in, too
sloshin' at Jaws with those Pirate Bay tunes on pressed gold doubloons
precious booties attuned; bounce in discrete entanglement,
Continuous or not, we'll crack this old nut
we willingly choose to walk the Planck-length of the inner sanctum.
Tonight, we feed on plankton
who know what is what
and we just don't give a fuck
watts from fox
we're just struts, cause we glowin'
at peace in a crowd; and it's showin', holdin'
everythin' up, we're pleased and in pieces
bending at the knees with low frequencies
and fish
in the seize, beseiged,
surrounded by elation
alone in inner-spaces
Elysium, in your fields
[won't be caught dead; bird-brained, cluckin'
legions of lesionnaire's leavin' behind their leper-conned luck
Valhalla calls, that low-key suckin' ]
upon our invocations
Time will cease it's chaste allegiance
take its last, spartan stand innovation
against the void of empty space
on this final occasion
and bow to our
vibrational sympathogen supra-nation
locked in-groove triangulations
we cocooned in
wombs of woven tunes
metamorphose after takin'
hits of trojan truth
envenomed, by Imagination's
delimited continuation
Creation: Be Cause;
You arrrrrre endless formed most beautiful from the structured interference of hollow graphic all-up-here in the stand in waves of creation 'n annihilation coherently ink o'erhear and decohere into entangled vibrational modes of subdivided space'n looped into a quantum spin foam, gravity's rainbow emergence lacin' inner-vacations chained to the rhythm, out there chasin' they're always crazed for splintered cross-eyed dot-teed inner visions chompin' at the bits, hittin' ignition with their depolarizational sinterin' vibration-all the empty excitation-inhibition forms of creatively destructive exhibition -ism spinal-tappin' the mind prism three letters to name the umbelical cord of our metaphoric meta-euphoric corridor to our inner god-essence incensed hints, chaste nonsense the spirit molecule's what the bass mints, apotheosis; spinal-tap in xenolinguistics since it's turtles all the way down to the bottom of existence recursively re-spawned with whiffs of undiluted hymn-scent mystics; Just how far up are ya? What's your cosine distance? -Signed, Sincerely, Dr. Ellis Dilaudid Self-sintered Professor of Xenolinguistics
