life’s so psychedelic silly. srsly!
no, not posters of peace sign shaped
gaudy colored gnome & mushroom festivals
in hell- rather moments never end, it stretches
on and time becomes a crime, a climax. not again.
advantage lucy and i’m sixteen… again! again!
again with the spontaneous me!
i’ll keep cautious spilling out
surreptitiously expansive, so
secretly bombastic! that (only a few catch it)
my novel re-written on the face of the digital-scape,
refreshing my synergistic tiny life
which has a media trail on fire a mile wide, partially erased
by the evolving e-cosystem dataverse-
to borrow from karyn: “eternally migrating process cluster.”
are you experienced? not sans this:
feel you in everyone else, the way
enlightenment bends through compassion
effort refracted into perfect spectrums
ever and ever,