Novelty theory:
science is basically absurd
you all know that.
this says time will fold
basically on the end,
in the end, at the end
at the meaning of which be near
you know.
three simultaneous scenarios:
UFOs visit, artificial self-conscious intelligence begins,
nothing at all, and time travel is possible.
it is possible that they will
improbably
happen at the same time
Codex RMC
an indecipherable, yet decipherable
manuscript of black on white
of sound via word; letter via
Brain Boulevard
Atom Heart Avenue
somewhere deep in the macroverse
universe
verse
se
e
a breakdown of—remember Waxi,
of the old Mayan lore?—the alphabet.
He impaled his ear lobe with the ı from an i
you see you can separate the "ı" from the
"˙"
do you then still have an i?
what do you have?
a kind of Voynich manuscript
a kind of codex
a kind of deconstruction of the construct
a kind of retro-psycho-kinesis
a kind of mental heartache
a kind of rundown air-conditioning unit
inside the body orbiting the earth
like the filter needs cleaning.
the filter is covered in dust
which are mites
the vacuum eats them
the mites
off the filter
like a delete key on a row of letters
imagine all the letters in the vacuum
getting all over your hands
when you clean the vacuum
getting up your nose
making you sneeze
reforming in miniscule
globules on your hands, pants,
sleeve;
now chillin' out with germs.
Mites and Germs
mingling
one the parasite
one the host
like any good human relationship
this is a disambiguation
this is a disambiguation
like a remix
a record remix:
puff daddy, p. diddy
saying, "this is the remix"
one word is stronger than another
one letter beats the shit out of another
I mean, you think x can't take on f?
x is like a ninja star
f is like a flaccid cock
this is a disambiguation
this is the remix
a mite mating a germ now
on the air filter
in your hand
--still a satellite inside you--
as you vacuum while
accidentally reading this poem
which in itself
is like a mental delete key
what was it you were thinking
before time folded?
This novelty theory
a construct of deconstructive
thinkings
you did time travel right now
down Brain Boulevard
the intersection a ninja star
spinning through your synapses
right down into this syntax
at the end of that last line, so
now the i—all of them—can dot themselves
this is the disambiguation
but not the remix.
this is the original
now and always
forever unfolding
refolding in front of your eyes
like a filmed flower growing
in fast forward
like taped clouds circling the NY skyline on some reality TV
show
this is reality
not the remix of it
that remix of it is it, always,
the mite is always on the filter
and you will eternally be deleting it
like once you've read this
you will eternally always be reading it
bite a bit of this and place it anywhere
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