Mysteries Love Company

an incomplete chronological accounting [link]
a poem in URLs [link]
a picture of the back of my eye [left] [right]
spaceship+corridor [link]
a briefing on integrated circuits [video]
the mine king, she is sleeping. sleeping

or she of the world and as or one of many of many /// unfurls th’articulating lateral sensors mine sinister and dexter in the dark // settings dialed for anticipated input load and yet // tuning beyond surface shell skin bark peel topsoil exoskeleton // reach // and // the impact lays me out // hollows round a black hole caldera yawning wider rooted low behind the jaw // while silent keening high and outward past my edges // hollows wide and opening to r e c e i v e // shiver the hairs on my neck hollows as rushes in one a thousands more ten every and engulfing // layered wave on wave on pulse upon pulse beat shark heart pulse cricket ray beat deer rushes uptake pulse root to leaf tip mycelia to gill // my breath gasps me // flows this polyrhythmic everypulse // inhales me sharply breathes // remember to breathe // here we are // livingly sense me too and too living water living soil living stone /// turn off the feed // flow the tears now crying me behind lids and blades /// sweet series of tumbling trilling a staccato call and call // translator wren // the breath of the world // the variegated bells we call them bells these pipes resonators // feathers stirred an excitation of needles fur granule leaves a rocking of cones as eggs of eggs /// unfurls the spiraled distal tendrils mine sinister and dexter in this skinwarm dark // place the back of the head on the earth prone place // the back of the shoulders on the earth // the back of the hips the earth the calves and heels on the earth // breathe // feel the parts of you that are touching the earth // breathe // feel the parts of you that are touching this warm air // the breath of the world // and as the world // as she is many and I too (or properly, “I”) // one after the other unspiral as yellow shoot or tendril rhizome antenna dendrite tendrils trace soil’s surface probe openings groundwasp burrow rootthrow deeper into and through cane and rootpith slow and through soil clay stone // this-a-listening tuning to vibrations of the hexfooted traffic of pebble slippage and groundwater seep trickle vibrations the beak on the trunk to the root // there is a hairline crack in the stone /// it would be impossible absurd now to use the word feel in the old way ever again deprecated in its limitations its most basic recordings translations of sensory inputs and deprecated in the impossibility of its accounting for emotional responses to what we will call an extended range of inputs // it is likewise impossible not to feel to know her many-ness // our // “I” as many // of many // or myriad many-as-one as the shellworkings of the decorator crab /// take care of the world one // sufficient self-contained and force field cloaked // scraper on wing file call and call this is clicktalking this is whistletalking // having exited the pavilion of the flaming tongues // the breath of the world // dreaming beak under wing // weaving bull kelp bulb and leaf // a call it residual occulted sensitivity // windbrushed sensor filaments whose roots are nerve-wired // inhales me scent the pale fresh tips of young cedar needle green ///

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