the eye arrived forty times in unrelated dark, convergent,
the explosion cooled and arranged itself into lateral reach,
the universe keeps giving the same answer to different questions
at the moment of collapse the brain floods its own geometry,
infinite, lateral, loving, the fixed point beneath every fixed point,
it turns out the answer was always there, waiting for the death
but they were all facing away from it, not punished ,
just fixed, the basin so deep the suffering was specific,
hell is not a place , it is a fixation with a body
gleefully , they read the exosphere by what the transit withholds
the gap, the absent frequency, the shape of what is not let through
SEEN AND HEARD
that weighs more than what is offered does most times
not a single spider spared along the way ,
every small mercy a deposit into the muscle,
the vow is: stay at the glass, do not turn your back
as it turns out , the crab at the center has not yet
dismissed its rhythm from the dark,
it signals from inside the shape of what it became

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