Hydra-Headed Doodle

Like an entourage
without a focal personality
to kowtow to,
or coalesce around,
your armies
of intricacies abound

confoundingly –
internally create
a swarming strange geometry
of forms which
tend to favor
spiral circularity

which warms
into the sort of simulacrum
of a hydra-headed singularity
you’ll more than
likely conjure
in a dream tonight:

corrective to the pale
abstracted light
and scheme and dullish swoon
of everybody else’s
natteringly reasonable relativism –
shattering the spell

of any vision:
lame – gone wrong –
the whole song
out of tune. Otherwise
everything’s
as bright as June.

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