S.M.I.²L.E.

Fiddler's Green.  Field of Reeds. In the Western Lands. 

Brane- Not Brain. 

A teaspoon of Anti-Matter

The Book of Going forth by Day

The Book of Changes

The Book of the Dead

encryption

grotesque show of force 

bound by the compulsion

that spills across the page

as the liquid is followed

down an alley

already travelled

in the recesses 

that only span the course that

is buried with the veins and lines

and brain who lies 

is an appetite for a sustenance

that is not so.

Eunuchs and sycophants

"Hence the ways of men part: if you wish to strive for peace of soul and pleasure, then believe; if you wish to be a devotee of truth, then inquire..."

100 trillion cells.

Sleepers and the free radicals.

Stereotypes blasting away signals

to the next phase of growth.

The old man on the mountain knew the Power of Silence.

The old man of the desert knew to do a little good but not be noticed.

Behind walls

they sit waiting.

Stimulus feeds spoonful after spoonful of vibrations

into the black mouth

that shits light out the other end.