wild onion fractal

Surviving Members of the Wailers Lying Naked in the West Wing

taunt the Tom Cruise with entropy
dawning realization
that I am psychology
and live eternal
in stasis his dreams
of a stage and breathe on color
beauty of a wounded
thought
chains on his wishes
pre-mangled with blood
Christians
Hopi ritual digging through
the soil
fishes in the me
and eye reflection him
staring at spears through
denuded turkey
the study of sciences flow
as whisper over
ruin of streetperson emotion
languid laser truth
the words of fictional prophet
demand innocence be trampled
by the withered spoon full
of powdered monkey squirm
across
the forehead surface
glistening
panicked spiritual doom
I gave sacrifice of your trust
and feel nothing more
but shame at the grey source
the tender angles
of the sacred geometry explained
dissolved
manipulated by our fingers
and our centers
and our fevered thing