Celestial Rose of M

When elders of utmost mountain
mock-scoffed from their mirth and the sky 
between them so hole-y opened      we fell 
in pulled by  amoral terror    screamers
of the implacable current

Consolation at ground zero? a soft 
body	snow on fur	mem fires shimmer
in the dark fontanelle        how to slip out 
of the dream of time as if from a hairshirt
or daddy's robe		there is no resistance only 
revolution	an otherwise being 
another where in attention	

I wanted to taste the ocean with my 
whole body		I wanted the celestial 
rose of M to make it so	 how it tore 
me to see         how I was scattered in a 
matter of speaking  repulsive in my 
scrolling waiting for the next out 	

But how the rose hummed how inside it was 
a casket and inside the casket a 
one-eyed mollusc a cycloctopus 
exhaling me how it was unappeasable 
I had to grow extra arms to hold it
how I have starved   how in a certain doom
it spoke to me   The weak worm hiding down 
in its small cave   wanted my eggs in a 
boba tea	It was a stretch	  a dropped 
eye-dentity 	a weird request to
liquefy like that but I was delicious
harmonies of galaxies diamond in 
a tooth    tasting the see   so long in the 
yooth then there was no more tea or mollusc
or rude rood me 






Rewritten in the tax office waiting room with a line from WBY - “The weak worm hiding down in its small cave”