Here is as above as below. Mind rush precedes gold rush. Growing the poem infinitely long and infinitely short in the same breath. By long practice he succeeded in projecting the center of buoyancy above his head. Get the hell out of town unless you can prove that hell isn t local.
Every thought s reverb.
The transfinite poem is transfinitely long all over. Brightness rises mindfully out of the hell of its own saying. Infinitesimally long in every syllable. By declaration, bound to be. I hold these truths to be what they are.