Words weigh more than the arms of God.
"Let there be"
was heavier than all of the matter in creation.
"Be there let"
is weightless.
I want a scythe of syntax heaving blows
of long clean limitless noise.
I want a drawer full of sharp omnipotent words.
Let this sentence be the knife
at gravity's throat.
Let the universe cringe upon my plate
Pulpy bits of Andromeda stuck between my teeth
Gooey dark matter bubbling in my tummy's depths.
Spiral galaxies swirling when I say
"flush".
The density of language.
My mind's star gathering dust
imploding. Happy, light-less
and gone.
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