folklores of the farthest future, unite, invade the present, take us over, somersault us over, let our stomachs regurgitate all all pasts, let there only be a dizzying flat horizon-talness infinity of the present spreading its tentacular nerval electron-i-cities wider and away and inside into the grand (to a billionth, or nano, power) child's gut and spinal song of opened outward surging meta-electronic post brainal multi galactic money
a dream i had, recently: mayawati as seshnag, fist on chin at pralaya/ floating in a sea of statues in hardbeating rain that made the ocean roil over & over gurgitating her & her statues up & up into the painted clouds, vedic moments are made of such
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