I put a bullet
between the eyes of this ego today
and out bloomed the firework
fractals of life
a molecular parachute of
love. Molecule,
I can feel your work wrought
in my head:
Singing pitch perfect electric
fevered pitch.
intricacy and delicacy, infinite regress
the fantastical lattice-work made precipitate
out of mind
some super-cooled solvent at work,
some communique received
alive (Alive!)
until
enzymatic action
my dear friend hustles
in the vortex of self-organization catalyzed
out of habit,
the bloom evaporates, precipitate
dissolves
back into the hot liquid of
mind and wake of
memory.
~ hpp