Will you love me in this crazy time? WIll you love me? My whole world is colliding with itself. A universe of shifts within shifts. I go deeper, inside out Swimming badly. The air chokes all airs and floats the survivors.... will you love me in this crazy time? Will you love me in this crazy time? As I move, my bubble separates the sky from the earth, and I roll around and wander cracking the horizon Though I don't know which way is up at least I feel the up, down, up, down the seismic symphony of my touch This soothes my breaking mind I must remember remember to tell you everything about it all eventually cells are upended and basted over templates of Gargantuan proportion I'm so ready to fall I'm so ready to fall I pour over the visible to the far reaches, flattening myself to the negative Tensile strength grows and grows Breaking the stars Breaking the stars brittle nothingness into a trillion minds Will you love me in this crazy time? Will you love me in this crazy time? So just relax while I explode quietly in the corner of a small galaxy.

Strike me down lady strike me down tight strike me down woman feed me all night wild red screamer fire from above wild red dreamer songs of love I hear the sound of alarms and burning in the sky This is the apocalypse where everyone dies Strike me down lady muscle me down and cry Tear apart everything lady till there's nothing left to hide Feed me to your mercy feed me fair and square oh the poor and hungry let them die without a care Tear me down woman tear me down hard let me hear these screaming miracles as you tear me down hard I've heard different reasons I've heard different lies A man of your season A man who's born to die Strike me down woman strike me down tight strike me down lady Feed me all night

The Hate and Hollow will evaporate They'll still be here, just not in solid form The oak will still have a hole where the car hit it, but cells will circle, but cells will circle, and bloom and thicken; a wreath of rally. Every birdsong lifts, every birdsong lifts the thumb of human's big wake. The soil will wordlessly swallow the broken glass whole, and not choke. The oil black snake will continue to rebulge, and reburst and rebelch pools and pools, and yet something will, will find a way a way between the layers. Wiggle room for the next new: the peace of growing out of our control.

How Longer must this be spiraling out of control a person cannot be judged by their skin so superficially. A man's a man, yet there are some who can't see We are not whole we're torn in two, stupidly now it must be made right. It will take some amending and planning and listening and waking up to equality.

Adhesive sticky sane impressively aping a vein connecting nerve endings with train Nerve beginnings Lottery winnings Dichotomy in the underpinnings Gravity is undeterred by disobedience of a word Karma is not slurred

There's always a chance you're gonna walk that road alone and never come home There's always a chance you're gonna run from the police There's always a chance you're gonna find light in the shadows There's always a chance you're going to answer that call from that mystery number and it's gonna be Jesus and he'll say, Hello, it's Jesus I'm just callin to tell you that music has died. There's always a chance that we could become friends There's always a chance that you might die today and I'll still be here suffering There's always a chance that we could accidentally start a family There's always a chance that the wheels could just fall off this Goddamned van There's always a chance that we'll run out of food There's always a chance that the air we breathe is poison There's always a chance that I will break down and cry There's always a chance that we could live forever There's always a chance that we could fall in love There's always a chance that we could dance together

In the next room I myself had to pass a test Fill in the dots A test of wildness A deer had made perfect tracks in a large tray of sand dotted with hoof prints Those notes scattered stones A voice told me make your prints make prints I could feel on my back eyes of bronze bionic Elk gathered to represent a much larger corporation on the true meaning of things The deer stood to the side I leaned to the wet sand did my best Tire tracks and muffler scratches Even with box corners and knife pressing in I couldn't do it I couldn't make prints Not even with my bare hands.

If you were a kind of tree what would you decide to be many might decide to choose oak according to strength another might choose an evergreen a pine a fir or someone else might choose to be the willow bending over a pond a small pond a balanced bend Though it seems so soft and frail bending is its specialty winds and storms may come and blow snapping harder trees, but willow bends beneath the stress folding like brushed hair bouncing back again as if the Spring were there Dancing with the storms with roots with roots deep.

In our world anything left alone in the air falls down equalized by the same fate and velocity slipping into gravitational curves sending out sound waves announcing the end of a short journey: bright crescendo of glass shattered by an explosion the soft thump of ripe fruit or a fallen body steady clatter of hail undulating tremolo of rain muted thuds of nuts rustling of disposed leaves indescribable signals of seed, spores and snowflakes arriving at the destination echoes of our stretched hands catching each other so close to the unyielding surface the warmth of our hearts radiating upwards together with everything growing refusing to succomb

Say it straight with a smile hold up your right hand it's a loaded gun; look at the hole Is there a self you're pointing at? Is there a center? Can it hold can it hold air? Can it hold water or fire or earth? If you pulled the trigger, would it pass right through you and do you no harm? Or would you find something like your self? And they would say What a nice smile what a nice smile Say it Straight with a Smile

Let us speak it you and I Let us share the saying and the doing the making and the pining We will lock eyes and test our arms for if Death is falling it is but a doorway and if jumping is foolish it is but an invisible wall. The rat knows the maze as well as the minotaur, but what does the maze know? What does the maze know? What does the maze know?

She's pulling the door closed on the universe so slowly you can't even tell like a sentence that takes many lifetimes to finish saying I want to be there and maybe I can I love you oh I love you Know that I'll always be with you always connected unending unending unending

Down from atop The mountain, Flooding Through The Streets: Teutonic Bruhnhild’s Alpine Bugle Call: call, caw, call. The unfurling mantra, Doom Scroll: to know, two-no, to know. From this grid Of seven billion Inside this Ark of one alone, Rip out the middle Dip your head in the screen, Dip your head in the screen. Between our hearts Lie our breasts. An electric line Connects Crotch to head. And the current only flows where the light Strikes. Flat on my back Way down in the hull: supine, supine, supine. Between our faces Miraged spaces; A deep-time montage. A jump-cut To the bone. Love has crashed Against the daily routine And there is no Point In-listing Enlisting Endlessly Listing Our mutual Pain Sorrow And Fears A hole within a whole with a hole Be brief now, and tell me everything A whole within a hole within a whole Flash floods swarm and storm through this love canal A hole within a whole within a hole Pooling over former streets long turned banal A whole within a hole within a whole Beneath the paving stones: a beached whale Schools swarm round the carcass I am cage in search of a bird Flesh, in search of a word This figure’s in search of a ground Looking for the difference That will make all the difference I want to be found I want to be found Lovers can’t be one Like Narcissus can’t be two Me mistake enough For one womb All plots stake their claim Toward the tomb Blindly sally forth Womb thrown Seeking asylum In (song/home/throng/wrong?) Undertow to come Undertow to come What stumbles around In the dark Will take your imagination Close at arm's length Hidden behind thick glasses And dark screens And veneered distances Suspended in quiet free fall Of hypnotic eloquence Everything ever said out loud Accidentally Is recorded on Whatever is at hand Coincidentally A napkin A receipt My jeans My tongue An unused erase that hangs on my fuzzy insides Glitches frolic, warps loom A whole within a hole within a whole Ramps’ wool, swarm pool A hole within a whole within a hole Mesh rot, sends dupe A whole within a hole within a whole Deep Spud, dead spun You stare just like an oyster A flaming ulcer A fucking euchre hoosier massacre Every night I sing And get down on my knees And whisper into your keyhole A hole within a whole within a hole My circle holds your void A whole within a hole within a whole My void holds you boy A hole within a whole within a hole No taste, no smell, no sound I am a cage in search of a bird Flesh, in search of a word This figure’s in search of a ground Looking for the condition That will change my condition I want to be found I want to be found We exit the door pass To begin again Into new skin with shoots And grooves of its own A fingerprint geography I’ve come to know It writhes and curves Let rise and merge And spits me out into the new gutter With lace patterns Atop settled pools We exchange portraits Of our knows Caked in enamel Framed in gold With miniscule chains To fit under our cloths Within the secret grammar Of the lung Lies the focus Of our ellipse The orbit of our capstone Between degrees of permanence Marled brow and rippling wave Sky above; water below: Etched lines entangle In arching parallels: Void holds the circle: Horizon tide undertow: The gift gathers What belongs to giving I am a cage in search of a bird Flesh, in search of a word, Beyond is a standing reserve That loops us back toward some unknown ray at the end of the scale