PENETRALIUM PART 01
you will see this dog before you die
wet teeth crack, a bullet < bark > before you
know / how the brain creates what the mind creates
dissociative vision & Antonio Damasio
states that we see more than we ( are )
aware I’ve been leading arrows across an alien surface
better now tell me what’s inside
the cells your heart < vibrating >
compact, memory, folding
paper cut the laws of physics
on oneside restricts the other side
( phenomenally distorted ) dreams don’t last forever
& gravity we know is not gravity
as it knows itself, like warm gusher
jewel of eye a pseudo understanding
which still, is, an understanding
( to behold a beauty ) everything was light &
everything indirect lightening
litchenberg, static, etching in my eyelids look
look how space is a test of faith or fighting
not just < a voice > wanting to speak about the void
a void speaking into the void
a void < wondering >how empty
possibility could be
UNDISCOVERED SUBATOMIC PARTICLES
Dark matter can’t be found
if it doesn’t exist or
god where be energy or
the physics of heat
& I rippled two black holes in & out unending infinites
every entropy
used to measure the rearrangement
I rearrange then
myself easier to remove
unbreak reorder was once
three in womb
but came in two it did
not surprise me to learn
I was twinned. Here is
my hand & here
other palm to your shoulder
you surrender to god
so what
what makes you think
what makes you think
my questioning
is weakness?
WHILE EVERYTHING STILL BLOWING
across thick, the lawn
I did not understand but maybe
it was an important document
& everything you own
but first vivid image
subjected action partake-
ing apart; love your friendly alien
sitting golden going
nowhere else at all. 2 sandhill
cranes 2 family of geese & a
black bird with a bright red chest watch me
want condense word gut
rule, truth enough to believe
a bigger revelation I swear
I’m always digging deeper examining
observation: what matters, isn’t first
it’s the sparkle off the water,
the birds moving closer in.
-
Coco M. Keehl is a poet living in the forests of Michigan with her dog. She is founder of GRAVITON and a poetry editor at Barrelhouse Magazine. Recent poems are in Hobart, WOHE Lit, FIVE:2:One. Find her on twitter @cmkeehl.