Cysteine Chapelle

for d. a. c.

1. Dolores LaChapelle is a daoist skiier goddess who surfs the milky way

2. also when i'm on the phone today with the person from whom i learn

who knew her and taught with her

i ask him how he can hold the ball of qi while holding the ski sticks

when he says you can taiqi ski

he says it's smaller

3. i'm thinking

that's what it is, we are macromolecules to the anthills of heaven,

the local galaxies are lungs and we're inside that, living on a breathing blue bronchiole earth

white frosting on the lizard skin of gecko gaia is (clouds) all the water that's not in oceans

or roiling down the sides of rocks slid up to touch the sky, a small part of the

toroidal big bang, luminal with fang and froth

4. the milky way is a snow

path for galactic snowboarding

we're all surfing the fine edge of big blossom (why bang? why not flowers).

5. it's his 38th turn of earth round sol. for his birth-day he asks

can i guess what is his favorite amino acid? i go from taurine (no)

to dinosaurs, effortlessly mindboarding across scales of fate place and time,

because aren't dinosaurs macroscalar amino acids? i'm thinking taurine

and tyrannosaurus; i guess cytosine (like pachalosaurus) but

he gives me a hint, it's got sulfhydryl groups

(riding the skateboard of creation) - then another hint:

suddenly we're inside the sistine chapel, and cysteine blossoms forth,

from the cosmic froth. we are always holding up the vaults of stars, of

light coming brightly, whether nebula, nova, or swirl:

we're all flowering always, posies in bright gardens of spacetime

skiing out, holding the burgeoning balls of universes between our

skisticks through the swerving curve of days, slalom left,

curve right. we hold each other in the space between our palms,

a galactic dervish, an amino aside tau-neutrino tyrosine tyrannosaurus lex

icon of motion and swerve across the universe's packed delights.

you and i holding hands in full moon night are like gene pairs twizzling

and the epigenes that hold them tight. unfurling and condensing,

inside this cysteine chapelle surfskiblossoming the long luscious delight

of galactic night.

inside all our molecules

inside all our molecules

i wrote my story
  using
    only
microverbs in miniverse
     stanzas

inside/out

“self-same there”
“self-same here”
                   A.F. Negm

atom scoped
proteins sewn in
molecular zippered eyes (i’s) open
to see
     into the micro-wounded ego drawn dialogue dagger

stuck deep

    speaking in tongues.

         

Torus point

At one point that is not a point,

infinitudes of quantum foam

bracket the mote this universe

enfolds, its hypothetical

entire, an interior

at one point that is not a point—

beyond knowable and smaller

than physical sense—outfolding

to reveal what’s contained inside

what’s contained within—and all this

at one point! That is not a point

one can render with certainty—

but you can be swallowed timeless

through the very center of things.

You might see you have always been

at one point (that is not a point).