(& the things we could do
just think of the master
trying to fool the blastman…)
someone rides on the brushstrokes
from a map within turned inside out -
projected, by a gunshot hole in his forehead
the timeless being in all of the universe
is a ghost, a sun-catcher
burnt by the salvation
of burnt-out suns - or -
mysterious space-jelly
rests as the foundation between; life & death -
a stone-face kissed by eternity itself
but this is only obvious
in dreamless sleep
(where swarms of ants engulf
each other in deathless jihad)