I sit and watch
space and time suck itself
into tiny time doors
that spread apart into
some kind of spaghetti string theory,
that brakes down into parts
and sequentially collides
to become chaotic perfection
slightly off
and closer to center than before.

I periodically bifurcate
over and over.
like a toad I plop
Into a pond

One day darkness came to me
to explain the void
and errors of imbalance,

primal energies
sound off their flatulence

They all reported their evolution
and clarified the current dynamic
synchonicities with respect to a dead
Mayan architect crackpot priest

he got the clap
like the rest
but shot his wad straight to Venus
where it stuck
on the back of Poesideon’s ass while he was tanning.

and it sucked
and began sucking
atmospheric entrails
in the hole
of Poesideon’s
ass

until a brilliant white flower
sprouted out
of Poesideon’s
stomach

with
bright
white
petals