Bubbling puddy eiye mind
twisting soft cheese hole sponge body spin forward
in time, peeling exogenic rinds
in truth sublime seek none all sign

Black storm, winds blow through the pines
feel lines, see cymbals crash wavering banners checkerboard glow lighted
pass

One cannot see the dead there are
none

Hum
What is none if is never begun

What is hum if one ever is sung

What is point

Come

 

 

Author Blog: https://docsuesszueszen.com/2016/06/27/xo/

Published by Tom Lopes