From lie to lie (Poem)

Carousel Horse (1935-1942) by Henry Murphy. Original from The National Gallery of Art. Digitally enhanced by rawpixel.


Infinity dies
when you stop counting.
Dreams sneeze
when a neuron gets candy.

Chaos is a cover that
simplicity uses to play tricks.
Deja vu is a dropped memory
of the cosmos.

Solitude is a dream
of no-mind and a scream of
all-mind.
I’m just a meme made by god.

I piss off Yin
with a spin
of the sin.

I and the holy ghost
shall find the yang
with a pistol and good TV.


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