I AM a student of Earth, she is a fix

IMMEDIATE GLOW: the fixture in my head meat
wrecks the artful plain
hopping from thoughtpad to thoughtpad
like i'm a creature of this pond
eating dry cereal with no plate simply scattered in front of me
like i'm a creature

the story's building
the story's building

hey! early morning,
i fiddle with the planets then have a snack
ordinary pleasure--i mean,
this dimension
the thoughtsult universe gots nothing to with it
LIKE my bloodclot species:
a cosmic infantry attack strategy
in the war of the Creators--one of them decided
Earth could act as a distraction,
spiritually,
being the equivalent of a psychedelic trip

Baby, i'm a sinner.

in my ideal i'm even a megalomaniac
though i certainly don't live by ideal.