Cull, Sigh
Psyche Delicto. Sigh, the Delectable. Scythe, the Derelict
Formulation, for creative mutilation. Micro psyche
in a macro cosmo. Empty space. Evacuumate
Spread out. Expand. Dance, Shiva. Her eyes on:
you now. Uber novae! Burn, ova! In queue, bait
one out of the oven. Roil, toil, boil oil. Egg, carrot, tea
Defuse. Settle the kettle. Clear the rind. Desaparecido
Oscura madre. Connect the dots, make a web,
of space. Catch a worm hole. Go under. Shim-mer-
in-im-mer-sion. Come-out-a-new-version. Bleach is
not detergent. (Deterrent, yes!) A fervent mess! A
surgeon’s guess is good as anybody else’s. Else is
something. You are nothing. Just. Like. Space.
Explode some more! Burn the core! Let them die a
little. All is pars: blow out the stars (don’t worry
about the spittle). You can Eat. You can Turn. It
all comes out to Null. Again (Re), you give the Cur Rinse
Ego… Ergo: Re-go
