Flying saucer groups, crystals,
Japanese dolls using tachyon phones on hedge funds
big bunches of syllables spilled like pickup stix games
on abstract, unproven foundations for theoretical esoterica
held up like talismens by us primates

So many things
I just throw my hands up in the air about
unless I can get my hands down into them like
an engineer tinkering with ABC wood blocks
a diamond cutter parsing chaff from reduction

Also for me
bird calls mingling with melodies
messes of bees, bees floating on whatever
the label of their cause is, whatever it is,
I call it all God and they are a whole bunch
of buzzing blessings

Me–whoever–
cartesian, and not–
a diver swimming in
the manifest

~ Lady