...

Immense quiet
surrounds
the endless
amalgamation.
Swirling through
enveloping
flatness
the
spikes
on the
chart
go up
barely
noticed
&
insane
imaginations
go up, up &

Erring
through the pain
of misdirected
wanderings &
endless wonders.
Why did
the screaming
of heads start?
Heads of deliberated
atom bombs,
heads of hospital
boot camps,
heads of the state
of concern (heads of
Shotgun quandaries,
Slit wrist super-stars,
blown-up
crazy
infinities
& lunatic
wisdom) ?
& to
see
it
howl!
There's
no connection,
but freedom!

What's
the matter
then?
Nothing.
The death
star of emotions
is quiet:
The endless
dream again.
No longer angry,
things become
true beauty
as the wild,
serene
Universe
turns into
what it will.