INFINITY POOLS ARE FINITE IF YOU SWIM LIKE A ROCK

even when i lived in barrels i was stung by pre-Euclidean geometries

aping right angles, askew of a laminar flow of Time.
even when i stutter like butter on a lightning bolt
my collisions resolve dormancy 
wherever i evict a conspicuous 
ascetic tenet.

i twist The End where The Beginning buds;
and watch for spontaneous eruptions-

for Origins, mapped to a powder keg
with a damp fuse.

[ it’s steam engines now… ]

AND
the moon’s belly 
is a bright eclipse
clamor-locked in the beastly
barrage of our tuneless
arias… 
coping with despotic realities
with aplomb; birthing sunshine
from a myth mirror
emblazoned where harm refracts
exact moments-
tumbling magnetic…

as your eyes 
Yahtzee the Forbidden
like a rogue.

with
blunt force
Rama.
as Fore-
told.

II

infinity pools are finite if you swim like a rock. 
or fall asleep when a lullabies’ on fire. 

just so you Know.