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There is a heavy-duty searchlight
in the middle of the ocean
that you want to stand on
and be shot
with the rays to wherever it’s aimed.
First the skin evaporates like
the apparent marbleizing of a rabbit
when stared at in varying angles
over long periods of time.
It’s white and diseased. Water
is there as a padding;
a safety net made of lust for dispersal.
After nineteen sweaty minutes
your body finally reaches that haze—
tissues evaporate, bones dissolve
moving swearing at broken ephemeral gears
you track the disarray with a new perspective:
you didn’t expect to expand in all directions.
That was not the intention but it floors you
and you are beaming through the vapors
and salt traces into the convalescence of fish eyes
and above into
ULTRA BRIGHT BLUE LIGHT
which seems niftier than one would think.
Then reds, then violets and yellows
oranges and green, a fucking green light is what you are now
crossing the ocean to inflame
to hemorrhage and enchant
the disaffected senses of catatonic denizen
scattered in all shades of anti-victory…
WHAT!? Are you talking about me? About me?
Well are you?
How well are you?
How do you do?
Then you get tired.
You feel your skin cells coming back,
your skull recombines from
a few scattered pulses of bright ruby spray.
Mostly you are reconstituted
snared by gravity
and thrown onto the back
of a wild, freaky and potentially racehorse horse
that has never had a rider
oh shit…
Breeeeheeerhehee! Zoomy Zipplo! Whoa Nancy!
Giddee down, aye, HALT, whoa!
no, no, I MEAN…FASTER!
tundra, metropolis, highland, desert
in the blink of an eye!
You see much of the earth again.
It never stops. Years pass,
you meet the mayor of every city.
Drinking some whole milk
you stop and draw rhizomes with chicken blood.
You pee in endless circles.
There are still training wheels on your sandals.
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