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February 1, 2008
A Prayer
September 11, 2007
John and Frank,
The daily massacre of colour and action is a forest of endurance. You who see the timeline are those I hope to. Here I am in the pipeline seeing only forward a circle of darkness, but it is you, my deities, who see whence the flow prevails. Prayers, entreaties, and wantings of the miraculous I know are solely illucid. I ask nothing of you. I merely acknowledge you with my gratitude for imagined smilings and fingerings of my flow. How could a man of reason incraniate such happenings? I need not. My love for you is itself a spreading pyre. Through this dry prairie of a world it is my faith that shall send war away as smoke. It is my will which clothes a heart of tears that shall mission a truth into the eyes of all. They wait upon me and I shall open my hand to satisfy the ache of every living thing. (Psalm 145:15)
I love you,
Owen Harris
Learian Bicameralism
August 8, 2007
Learian Bicameralism
God is in my brain ticking away each momentand in every brain in one brain in my brain God is counting measures conducting his instrument but can I be said to be the orchestra entire? God’s curled up sweet and feeding in my skull rightsiding his words into a left. He erected a direction chip and it’s all sweet and demonstrating in every moment a thank you of flowery bathings. The delivery from deity supreme was deleted. Until you open it with a white chisel, God can never escape your brain. God in in my brain and so am I. We’re bosom buddies curled in here making the universe fly by.
C12H16N2 + C13H18N2O
August 8, 2007
C12H16N2 + C13H18N2O
When it hit, I left my body and seemed to sense a blackness like a board of everything. Cut out and silhouetted in a shallower black I saw the shape of my body. Then, where my shoulders were I saw on one side the waxing and on the other side the waning moon. On my forehead it was full and all three burned and spun with white light that felt like it was cold enough to kill God. I was afraid that God was dead, but then I realized that I was being loved by a green creature on a new white and it sang to me in a slow voice. Then, a pink lotus carried me back into my hearing as I sang with it. As I approached myself traveling through sound I realized that everything and God is the music of me.
The Night Sky
July 27, 2007
Today the sky breathed its last in a stringbearding final death of rain. It sunk its yogic cathedral ‘neath Debussayan whole tone waves. I saw it pass all stained by glass and it spilt red sunset blood all over the white temples of skylined human habitation. They glowed a burning heat away with the rain’s remains. Suddenly shot forth a rainbow, but it too was besmotted with blood. It was bright red, encircling the pink flesh of a dying day. Outside its boundary the sky was a dark night blue. It was like the border between two countries on a map with dark and light contrasting. The old regime of this bright impassioned day falling to the cool, sleek, and modernized night.
