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Deja Vu is Wormhole of the Mind

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Opiates vibrate, just like pain.    Pain vibrates in a steady roll.... ....and it hits and rolls like cold, steady waves.   It hurts.   Thankfully, o piates combat that pain.... They vibrate a sort of electric ecstasy, and that makes the physical pain somehow less commanding.  Opiates are God's wafers... That night, I hosted their communion, and the opiates did their job.   Their warmth vibrated with me and swallowed the heaviest pain; I felt relaxed enough to fall into a deep sleep.  I didn't know I had a fever.  I didn't know an infection spread inside my body.   Carlos woke to my moaning and thrashing.  The bed--covered in sweat--vibrated differently.  When Carlos reached over and felt my fever, he knew the danger.  He pushed the thermometer into my mouth and saw the electronic display flash 106.   Carlos went into a panic and  pulled at ...

(T)Here in the Hall of Records - an introductory poem

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PZZZst.... (T)Here in the hall of records A radio-sound unspools like a silver thread. The sound is Pulled from the wheel And drawn from the horizon. It stretches out in a curved whole-note And always meets resistance from the static-frayed yarn Inhibiting this place. How many astronomers and poets Could not answer the Hexagonal Riddle? We cannot say, but they numbered many. They fell into an orb-webbed center And were caught on the convex surface. There, planets sequenced the space between Stars While discontented beetles Brought gifts to Ptolemy's wife, Queen of Cats.  We're standing here, you and I... I'm 7 or 8 and pissing in the toilet. In that moment, I think, "I'll never remember this..." I think, "I'LL NVER REMMBER THS MOMNT." Ah, but I do... And you do, too. [Stupid things they offer in these moments!] The beetles gathered in columns and rows to carry The message hidden in shredded rags. The seamstress would take these rag...