We had tried
  with the beautiful child
She had nearly died
  with the beautiful child

The eyes were sparkling 
  and the dreams were new
The future reaching through
   with the beautiful child

Footsteps thundering 
  Doors
Relentlessly slamming
No werewolf for this moon
  the endless howling 

The past was bright
  Radiant, unbreakable
The way ahead
  dim, fearful
full of dread
  voices whispering

The mechanical universe
  is swirling around
the dizzy demonic neurons
  Swirling around 
the beautiful child

This moon is ringed 
 with poison gas

The sperm are swimming
The egg a drum is
  drumming
the beautiful child
the beautiful child

With a small tug
  the midwife’s 
look of alarm
  the blood 
was everywhere
the beautiful child

Each finger grabbed
  around my thumb
Pulling me in
  to this lifelong vortex
   of love
  of worry

The doors are slamming
  and even the moon is howling
The gas is everywhere
  the beautiful child

Ceres and Hera can not 
    abide
Maternal grief and
   the lesser gods have rebelled 
and curse the rock
  the rocky ride
    the clockwork mind
the beautiful child

Plasmatic cats 
  spewing wretched hairballs
into the promise of 
    the golden light
into the burning fire
    of relentless worry 

The world, a netted demon 
   is waiting
the slightest error
the blink, the enemy within
  relentless attacks
urging unheard voices
the beautiful child

the clockwork mind
the bells trolling
unbroken river
  fish in a dreaming skull
Blazing fire and
  the smell of rending fat,
of Grizzly hair
the beautiful child

The center of the sunflower
  is calling
with a distant howl
 the slightest smell of the 
most deadly gas
  the syncopated wonder
the beautiful child

The broken clockwork 
 dream is grinding
back across the
  memory of light
across the clear bright dreams
of the beautiful child

Reticular, the netting
the roots 
  of all the 
 nuerons
  of all the 
 fictional gears
  of all the
nonexistent clocks

Relentless flow of
death and decay
blows apart the cap
volcanic ice and snow

The firehose is spewing
pus and poison gas
  Oblivious
the beautiful child

Tumbling down the spiral
  at the center of the vortex
Asymptotic pressure
  pulls the curve
Further in and to 
a type of darkness
Confused as light 
   as a dark version bekins
      us all
   pretending to be love

The horses are not horses
  as they pull away the skin
The carriage is soft 
  and made of glue

one touch and clouds of longing
 swirl and sway
 engulfing
the beautiful child

The timeless future 
   spools on ahead
Full of wonder
  Full of promises 

the beautiful child
  40 years old

SGL November 2nd, 2025
Brunswick, ME