Poems XIV

"Page 113, January 2015"

A myelined-up Milky Way
Tendrils of dendrites lead galaxies away.
The dark matter of thoughts
Though they may be light, free or neuronic,

He thought to himself-
"We're just the electrons of a giant's brain."
A fifth-dimensional beast
As we have threes and twos and ones in our heads
The cycle ends sometime
Just as it began with a bang
It ends with a 5D suicide.
A self-inflicted gunshot
Because sheheit asked "what does it all mean?"
And didn't understand
That the universe'll never answer
Because in itself already had.

The search for meaning
       beautifully Incoherent as it struggles
               versus Inherency
                         Truth: subjective
                                  Also: meaning
        "But that's an objective fact."
His fists too heavy to lift
(His hands were made of ham):
High as all that loftiness,
A ha-ha heart beating a rhythm that seems unique
Until it searches the scope of infinity to find
Liberation in a speck and a number.

A Spoonful of Sugar

Makes not just medicine go down, but raw eggs as well. I have discovered that with a sprinkling of sugar on the top, I can down a raw egg in one gulp with no nose plugging, and no retching, and no bad aftertaste. The trick is to go one at a time, with a new shake of sugar each time. It's surprisingly easy and I'm very happy. Thank you Miss Poppins.