What came first
Oedipus, complex, or Freud?
Chicken, egg omelette, or thirst?
Desire or the desired?
1 + 1 doesn’t always = 2
and sometimes water runs up hill
and satellites are swallowed forever
drunk deep in the oesophagus of chaos
and a black hole burns blue under a black light
even caught in this mess certain equations slip through
the truth
like a white ball
breaks through the molecules
and you’re through on the break
eight ball corner pocket
then the kaleidoscope turns and the universe shifts with it
and all the planets and all the stars
tumble like sock balls in the dryer
and someone forgot not to mix colors with whites
and the balls of socks are tie dyed
the fabrics of sunrise.
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the oesophagus of chaos… How were you able to choose such a great, obscure body part? It’s simply the perfect metaphor for what you are saying! Tremendous piece as always!
Thanks for the music!