Syncup

(r)evolution breathes.
tell me to come tomorrow
(the tomorrow i read
on the back of a
thick black book)
sy(n)c to a random
watch in your stomach
(when you remember)
sink
let letters look
and spook the kook.
(pegative/nositive)

an exhale follows
a train my smoking
throat collapses.

when you see
an image doing for you
you are blind creation.

(my skull darkens
as something wraps around;
pulling)

sync up to the shrink,
my toes curl and open:

dots of color quickly
(one body).move.meant.
enter, lost,
let a mOUth.

--

i was inspired by this ,among other things, to write that.

"
And so, to conclude, let me recount now a really marvelous Hindu legend to this point, from the infinitely rich mythology of the god Shiva and his glorious world-goddess Parvati. The occasion was of a time when there came before this great divinity an audacious demon who had just overthrown the ruling gods of the world and now came to confront the highest of all with a non-negotioable demand, namely, that the god should hand over his goddess to the demon.
Well, what Shiva did in reply was simply to open that mystic third eye in the middle of his forehead, and paff! a lightning bolt hit the earth and there was suddenly a second demon, even larger than the first. He was a great lean thing with a lionlike head, hair waving to the quarters of the world, and his nature was sheer hunger. He had been brought into being to eat up the first, and was clearly fit to do so. The first thought: "So what should I do now?" and with a very fortunate decision threw himself upon Shiva's mercy. Now it is a well-known theological rule that when you throw yourself on a god's mercy, the god cannot refuse to protect you; and so Shiva had now to guard and protect the first demon from the second. Which left the second, however, without meat to quell his hunger and in anguish he asked Shiva, "Whom, then, do I eat?" to which the god replied, "Well, let's see: why not eat yourself?" And with that, no sooner said than begun. Commencing with his feet, teeth chopping away, that grim phenomenon came right on up the line, through his own belly, on up through the chest and neck, until all that remained was a face. And the god, thereupon, was enchanted. For here at last was a perfect image of the monsterous thing that is life, which lives on itself. And to that sunlike mask, which was now all that was left of that lionlike vision of hunger, Shiva said, exalting, "I shall call you 'Face of Glory,' Krittimukha, and you shall shine above the doors to all my temples. No one who refuses to honor and worship you will come ever to the knowledge of me."
"