Tuesday, June 21, 2016

A NUCLEAR BOMB GOING OFF

It's never
a huge vision or anything
(though not exactly

an accident
either). It's just,
you notice—

The Soul exists

in the smallest 
of objects. 
Heaven in 

an appleseed—
God trapped,

Starving hysterical etc,

Inside a labyrinthine 
atom of hydrogen. 

The proof
is—that you can't ever

solve these
things,without
killing them;

therefore,
bingo—nothing

living's
ever really finished
meaning.

Unfortunately,
that's a pretty

useless trick,

since—at this juncture,
there's a huge

difference
between those things

that are repeatable
and those

that
are automatic.