The green revolution turns away from
our remains of us in cremation as ashes
into water by a similar flushed process;

we go down the drain end up in a sewer
evaporate turn into a upper atmosphere;

But there's no one there, or no one here, who completes the mystery I amazingly trust no one has to known anything else.

The meaning of the story and narrative
It wants to know an answer it won't get,
dissolves freedom, liberates perfection.

wholeness is always absolute chaos, beautiful chaos. nowhere better to get to,
this is my stardust, whole time is no time.

secrets keep you sick

to the room where a rage
  holds no fear over being
appointments are necessary disappointed

  hung a sign to read

Awetoppsies performing daily
  To strip to Sit in my lapse of reason
Soon appears in middle of that room

  sovereign knowledge of flat lining

pieces of flesh are dissected
  Spirited away quietly
adventure awaits you in the off world

Under the big top *** Wee and friends
went backstage of the circus
For they Who dared; needed an adventure
embarked on secret mission
to the room where caged
held their curiosities only
young boys immersed in giggling
disappointed until arriving
at the said spot which they beheld
along a long dark corridor they came to a  door hung where a sign they read

[Good Girl, the Pink Elephant,
Curious?
A Sight to See! Exhibition of the Freak
Now inside]  
                  ,,, It was also
  [CLOSED] (No admittance, under renovation!.)
               ,, they enter

Creeping along in the dark they came to a  point to stop and feel around for a light on end of a string,
                       ,,,(Clicked on)
laying in middle of room, a large flat tabletop, holding a thick entity of an unknown nature.
pieces of flesh clods,
cool-to-the -touch-
mounds of a non-moving members, slippery and wet, quiet

             ,,,hushed whisper, told his pushing companions
    
    "Stop hitting on me!"

until only he could hear himself say
In the small known way
at which he laughed at his own macabe sense of inward humor
  
   "Dot. Dot. Dee. Dee... thats what she said. Heh heh"
consoled himself with such inward
              humming  as he touched the delicate skin of the mounds contours

"Three blind mice, Three blind mice
       see how they run, see how they run"

         ..,shouting he said  

"IS THIS THE TRUNK, OR THE TAIL?!"
I feel something kinda warm coming out
Wut dat, WUT DIS, Who dhere?"

Out of the room they left
in single file, differening recollections.

For *** Wee
His laugh
his own an inward openness
to being gone or extinct, said

     "whatever happens in my life was to
       little"

To this idea We talked about It
Of *** Wee and companions
curious reflections
The One failing suicide access.

Don't go adJustin water falls
in time Be the Jason' change you are used to jumpin babbling brook sheilds,
In ether either is lillith or your No way
at nothing at all just to that end time
clock that conquered you scaling the wall
is calling too: I'll be waiting there for you.

The black hole I gave up to it
  my growl to have
separated myself to belong to
  your ability to ignore
of a little light of mine I let in
  the denial for grasping
safety ropes for a past silence.

to just breathe is on my to-do-list, today,
knowing you're not
going to be
at class anymore is pure happiness, yet,
must try to go on
having not said
I can't live if living is without you

on
i or mine are without real existence
push off to get nowhere
   from the one,
to many abyss
off
the end is a mind / body distinction
nothing in me, and nothing out
   to exit and laugh.

Say it's name twice