[the spider mental-matrix|THEY ARE BEHIND YOU].
feeling [i know i have been dreaming|small] & hollow
((in their forgotten place)ahollow
feeling) a rightinfrontofyou [combination funeral home and sleep disorder support group|a wake]
I really had a dream about almost tripping over an old person kneeling at a casket.
I'm sorry old guy in a tweed jacket, I had to get to the room where the man I thought was the preacher left off mid-s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s WHAT THE HELL IS THAT NOISE it's the goddamn roadworkers fixing another busted pipe, not a month after they repaved the road. The jackhammer sounds like it's against my wall. I keep waking up cold and sweaty. The light when I open the shades—[her fluidity under a thin sheet|I fall asleep again]. Really happened.
How [trap-door spider|can we find] the spiders if they lie to us?
How can we fight them [in a sinking ship, under tons of sand|while we sleep]?
[Don't look directly at the|DON'T] [hollow nothings that creep out of the dark parts of your mind|READ] [, nameless to all, but to each a god in a pantheon of fear.|THESE] [I hope you get lost in these words like a bed of spiders.|PIPELINKS] [Not all words have safewarm homes.|UNTIL] [Where does this end and the world begin?|YOU] [Some things are definite. We will all die, but there is rain.|ARE] [How can I end a poem (or even a sentence) with death?|TOLD].
(If you're tempted, [Is it a stretch that TOLD makes me think TOD which is Death in German?|read this instead].
If you're still tempted, remember [Robert Frost|you got promises to keep].)
[For the World Is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky] :.
at the horizon of which [time becomes a loop|time becomes a coy loop] :
an instrument of obedience to those who dare disturb the universe .
a [Mayan zero|shell] [Conus textile|inscribed] with [rule 30|rule 3]0
a dream you [horror|CANNOT ESCAPE] [big crunch|NO MATTER] [the artifact was completely impenetrable to all forms of matter except living human flesh|HOW HARD] [Why do you keep banging your head against the wall?|YOU TRY]
[Fire and Ice|like a bad relationship], like they say
[the average population of the universe is zero|If the universe breaks my heart] I will become a shuddering mouse
I will beg for sandwiches I will listen to the ether through a D cell
[still she cried, and still the world pursues|I will cry and the world will pursue me] and I will [i'm sorry dannye|steal the worlds] of others,
climb into a dumpster, and [i will howl in a deep lagoon|howl] in this deep lagoon this hollowplace
this unstill dreamscape awash w/[If the universe breaks my heart|sweat+chill]
I am awake because this spider bite spider-bite spiderbite itches.
[Sparks|♫♪] It's those tiny little sparks. [Röyksopp|♫♪]
.- I -.
Using to think adjectives such as GLASS and BLUE
Made BOWL and LIQUID morebetter I conceed was
A FOLLING of THINK. Am I umber folds for nothing?
[I am an octopus fisherman!|My cloth is no good enough to your desires]? This
I am told is was you say to all of my friends. All of
.- II -.
Them they are is [as a hatter, the mercury you see|mad]e to me. you think i love E
nglish? Let me tell you something. Let me tell Y
OU Really, [Madmen have a wOrLd all ThEir owN|Forget youR IndigEnous NeighborDs]
Shove off! list to your own music, chum[drummer|daddy].
"That was the message."
.- III -.
I will allow you to ask a [Questions being more important than answers, I will not answer your question.|question]. In fact, you
might have asked a question all along! Don't
you fell siily! Sit down, there is no need to get
red of the facia. [hollow|Now I fell siily].
.- IV -.
THE ICEWEASELS STALKED ACROSS THE TUNDRA.
THE SQUEAL OF GLASS WAS THEIR PAWPATTER
AND SHINING MOONLIGHT, THEIR EYES.
IT HURT TO LOOK AT THEM.
.- VI -.
[drink me|This part is getting smaller] and [the expansion of the universe is speeding up|farther afield].
This is a perfect place for [The HP Lovecraft 300xh printer—The extra horror is really worth $200|P. S.] I thought about putting this in
[I wrote this poem just to irritate you],
but you know what they say —
[beautiful nodeshell, beautiful lie].
.- III -.
.- II -.
WHAT DOES CREEPY MEAN asked the robot and
IT MAKES YOUR SKIN CRAWL came the response
which didn't make sense to the [Is it a happy ending or a broken heart?|skinless robot].
HOW MANY SYLLABLES DOES A SPIDER HAVE
GRASPED IN ITS PINCERS; DOES IT WEAVE ITS WEB [I I II III V VIII XIII XXI XXXIV et cetera|FIBBONNNACCCCCI];
[How can words exist and not be acceptable?|CAN IT KNOW] HOW WORDS CAN EXIST AND NOT BE ACCEPTABLE?
Robertfrost tried to tell us. He answered with
"We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows."
What he didn't say was that the Secret is a SPIDER.
.- I -.
The center of a circle is the point equidistant from every point on the circle. Simulacron3 says, "The fragrance of chocolate cake just out of the oven is pervasive here." There is no chocolate cake in the center of a circle. Id est, the closer you get to the center, the farther you are from the edge, the line between order and chaos, the universe's eternal war, of which, sitting as we are between a vast empty chasm and a churning nuclear furnace, we have a pretty clear if staggeringly incomplete view. But we map our thoughts to our own bluegreen oblate spheroid and live our lives inside its wonderfully comfortable environment (as environments go, around these parts—do you know the temperature on Io?) constrained to a map. We are this way also with our words (which lest we forget will wash away), capturing ideas in snowglobes and shaking them and putting them on our bookshelves. However, we have chocolate cake. We have birds and wonderful green trees and rain. We have a claim staked on the border between TooMuch and NotEnough, often called Chaos or Beauty. Go read those pipelinks now[trap-door spider|.]