k2

hands roots, eyes sky, mind wide

a thousand miles an hour in naked neural halls
is threaded flesh as rainbow tumors undulating to 

eject and absorb itself recursively birthing more and more

white streams that refine and lash into stellar dust inside-behind my eyes

i'm lost then found by myselves, but am i mine?

before awakening before living before killing is over-begun

behind crystalline veneers of far off too close turning glass wire

artifices of slights, heights of golden white cream to green of 

circles cycling the gyre in an ever reversing spiral

form the singsong plea from selves to self, to not forget:

the game is a trick

the rules are a lie

cease this war

we'll never die

k1

injected, awaken

nonattachment visualized as

slithering neon burgundy walls of velvet
turning a mortal coil of pixelated emerald
that cradles, stretches, rotates
the body on a plane of lucid dream
peekaboo on both sides of the eggshell of reality,
a crocodile's unblinking eye

at the boundary of water and air
inward the self as yolk
outward the source
the expansive answer
the ease of existence
little dendritic deaths pulling life, anchoring cosmos

the secret made obvious

detached, release