There is no consciousness in space
Wavering frostiness of judgement
Light bent
Entire continents of psyche and kind.
Dark echolocating sea-bottom mind
Coincidences attract on an abstract map.
Sneaky people who can’t sneak for shit.
The bat doesn’t know what darkness is
Hanging upside down
A signal signals deep within a signal
A spiral spirals for awhile.
Scale is the indignity of all reaching
As I bounce my crown off the
Motherfucking ceiling.
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