Now I can do anything. The mountain-trembling thunder erupts behind the mulberry tree. My mind can stop the world it legislates and then start up

The Loons We have been here forever. The dream stops. Or the words that once were emergencies gathering the mind to a fine attention pass

and then sat down right on top of the flat- tened pyramid and waited for the surge it came and the grids convened and the

Pineal Matters Inside the marble bauble bead or egg (spherical spherette pebble bubble bublet globule tigle seed or drop All the geometries coil in the

June Run 6 15-97 an impossible text. Just try it. coming on like that. A dictation from an absentee mindlord leaving his tracks on the

Heart Lake Every outward ray has all along and thru an inward, backward— That nozzle focused on the plot has up its rope of shining

How High The Moon I want to name a spoon. Is that what you are doing? Or is there something else — something elusive, illusory,

Here is an idea. Don’t think it. Don’t think “here.” It’s just a thought that stops the mind and gives it locus. Hocus Pocus. Apart

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“Angioplasm” turns out to be a neologism, meditation on whose possible sense yields: 1. A proto-matter or primal substance, held in or susceptible to being