There exists another hemisphere
that appears to me on a horizon
—a singular point
which Atlas holds in the palm of his hand,
joining heavens and earth,
bodies to souls
of those who exist without the rigidity of space or time.
An outer sphere where the lungs gasp for air
the soul chokes and the body dies
only to be resuscitated by surrealist notions
of wanton existential unconscious connectivity
of the five senses of collective human being,
it is here
of the nitrogen of the ethereal hemisphere,
of the hydrogen of Hiroshima, and
of the oxygen and carbon of the stars,
I am Schrodinger’s cat,
I am the fifth symphony,
I am the beginning and end and all that is in between.
I am the Alpha and Omega.
I am of the gods,
of one god,
but do not wish to be acknowledged as such,
for true gods ask not of admiration,
but simply exist,
absentmindedly walking amongst the addicts and pimps
—an intermediary doppleganger.
Not tethered to the earth but free floating
amongst the multi-dimensional membranes,
of which, still harbor the blueprints for the tower of babel
and the combustion engine respectively.
A crossroads at which the devil buys and sells the souls of the nine muses
and secular religions are sold on the black market.
This I know because I am omniscient.
I am Gottlieb Leberecht Muller.
—a principle of uncertainty
I walk the length of the Great Wall of China wholly open to possession.
I channel anyone whose hung themselves with their passions.
It’s impossible for me to define myself
as myself is none other than an infinite number like me.
Destined to live eternally in Elysian fields but with earthly appetite,
with a body that can never fulfill the souls desires
—the thirst of third circle of hell amongst Paradiso.
—the minotaur amongst Time Square
devouring holy men and women
Damn Gertrude Stein!
Newtonian Physics be damned!
I will stand alone,
naked before the Roman Inquisition,
before the Great White Throne,
happily and silent and warm,
bathing in the rays of Galileo’s sun.
I will eat of the Forbidden Fruit again.
I will succumb to the lust of Plato.
I will touch and be touched by the hands of Kali.
I will brandish my phallus and let Freud consume my ego.
I will crawl on my belly as did the serpent.
I will share in the eternal dance of The Judge
I will walk the river Styx.
I will exploitation
I will life, as life is will
and am reborn in the blood of Christ
in the second cumming
in the land of fuck,
through the revolving door that is the cunt of Jocasta.
To live out my days in Solomon’s harem
pining for ‘la belle dame sans merci’.
This is my curse,
this is my liberation
—my catholic guilt.
I wish for an ambiguous sex, as
of Apollo and Dionysis are all I have
to help bridge the gap
of my Cartesian Duality
in the palm of Atlas’ hand
and I am happier for it
at least I think