WAIGHTER

Silver molecules in my tea, Whisper sideways symphonies. The morning mist reads all my dreams, Scribbled on a torn-up stream. Golden tongues behind the trees, Spelling out the blackest keys. I fold a feather in my hand, And fly to nowhere, understand? Oh — lost letters, flying free, Golden rain, inside of me! Mist is laughing, molecules sing, Everything’s nothing, and nothing’s a wing! And nothing’s a wing! I wrote my name in melted glass, Sent it spinning through the grass. Clouds chew holes in empty time, Kites dissolve and so do I. Every atom’s wearing lace, Kissing the invisible face. I chase a note across the sun, Forget the chase, the note is done. Oh — lost letters, flying free, Golden rain, inside of me! Mist is laughing, molecules sing, Everything’s nothing, and nothing’s a wing! And nothing’s a wing! Spiral stairways in my spine, Tumble up, then fall behind. Gold and feathers, mist and flame, Write and burn my paper name. Mist, mist, golden twist… Letters fall and letters kissed… Fly, fly, molecule sky… Oh — lost letters, flying free, Golden rain, inside of me! Mist is laughing, molecules sing, Everything’s nothing, and nothing’s a wing! And nothing’s a wing!

Cold molecules in crystal flight, Worship walls of burning white. Snowflakes hum in molten choirs, Hatching bombs of cracked desires. Fish are praying in the sands, Writing psalms with iron hands. Ash and vapor stain the sky, Engines whisper, gods will cry. Steam cathedrals, rising slow, Fish swim through the falling snow! Volcanic bells and molten gongs, All our molecules sing worship songs! Holy geysers paint the skies, Sermons made of shattered ice. Engines dream in rusted hymns, Teeth of fire, wheel, and limb. Fish with halos, bombs with breath, Snow baptizes birth and death. Steel and coral, brick and bone, Prayers escape the engine's moan. Steam cathedrals, rising slow, Fish swim through the falling snow! Volcanic bells and molten gongs, All our molecules come in throngs! Rivers shatter into glass, Snow burns sideways, futures pass. Engines weep in tongues of flame, And still the molecules remain. Steam cathedrals, rising slow, Fish swim through the falling snow! Volcanic bells and molten gongs, All our molecules sing worship songs! Steam and snow, steam and snow, Fish and fire, let it go...

Atoms whisper in a diode breeze, Between coconut palms and broken TVs. Electrons surf on white quartz sands, Building gods with circuit hands. Icebergs float in micro-time, Each flake a pulse, each drip a chime. Sodium prayers in silicon shells, The tropics sleep in data spells. Atomic beach — where nothing’s real, Sand is code and thoughts congeal. Palm trees dance in microscopic waves, And every diode dreams of caves! Flip-flop logic in frozen light, Binary coconuts split the night. Atoms blinking under toes, Melting circuits, melting prose. Voltage hums inside the breeze, Snapping dreams like coral knees. I kissed a thought that wasn’t mine, It sparked, then vanished in a sign. Atomic beach — where nothing’s real, Sand is code and thoughts congeal. Palm trees dance in microscopic waves, And every diode dreams of caves! Tropical frost. Circuitry lost. Atoms forget... How warm ice gets. Snow falls slow on burning palms, Icebergs chant electric psalms. My skin turns light, my thoughts turn waves — I live between the daisy chains.

High, so high! Atoms chant through Kathmandu fog. Tangled in the tentacles of a digital god. Octopus limbs tap Morse in the void. On circuits built, where monks destroyed. Iron ore veins in mountain veins. Sing Bluetooth hymns through copper chains. Voltage spins a prayer-wheel low. Each spin a yes, each pulse a no. Capacitor dharma, glitch in the flow. Frequencies rising where memories go. Octopi dreaming in sapphire skin. Kathmandu echoes from deep within. I found a mantra in a waveform blink. Between iron dust and neural ink. Capacitors kiss like tired stars. Their charge the measure of ancient scars. Bluetooth blessings in the smoke. Connect me where the silence broke. Frequency’s a holy fraud. Static humming just like god. Capacitor dharma, glitch in the flow. Frequencies rising where memories go. Octopi dreaming in sapphire skin. Kathmandu echoes from deep within. I saw the Himalayas fold into code. An octopus handed me a blueprint for time. The capacitor refused to forgive. Bluetooth vines through temple dust. Whispers carried in oxide rust. Octopus thoughts drip into stone. Each ink-drop forming dial tones. Iron monks with glowing eyes. Balance atoms as they rise. Atoms sleep in copper scrolls. The mountain hums, the current rolls. No up, no down — just frequency. Spinning prayers mechanically.

Maya. Maya and Chakra. Maya and yoga. Wings of plasma thread the flame. Folding in the Buddha’s name. Fusion bells in sunburst flight. Ring through temples lost in light. Rubies melt where monks once bled. Each droplet sings what gods once said. Solar flares in crimson script. Tattoo the void in sacred glyphs. Ruby fusion, temple wide. Bleeding truth the stars can’t hide. Illusions dance in solar bloom. And wings ignite the prayer-room. Ruby fusion, temple wide! Ruby fusion, temple wide! Illusions dance in solar bloom. And wings ignite the prayer-room. Atomic hymns in molten glass. A shadow bows, then does not pass. The blood remembers, so does stone. A thousand monks now burn alone. Yet in the heat, their wings remain. Optical ghosts in fusion rain. A lotus flares behind the eyes. Illusion sings, and reason dies. Ruby fusion, temple wide. Bleeding truth the stars can’t hide. Illusions dance in solar bloom. And wings ignite the prayer-room. Ruby fusion, temple wide! Ruby fusion, temple wide! Illusions dance in solar bloom. And wings ignite the prayer-room. There was a temple. Then came light. Now, only the ruby sings. Flames in lotus-folded hands. Rubies burst in desert sands. No shadow falls. No blood is gone. The sun still chants its silent song.

Whhhhoooo, is theeerreeee Deeeeeeeppppeeeerrr, deeeppppeerrr I saw a gluon light a match, Beneath a pulse in spacetime’s scratch. Up-spin monks with down-spin eyes, Meditate where matter lies. Protons hum in silent jars, Decorated with collapsing stars. Quark lanterns in the static breeze, Flicker truths no mind believes. Neutrino dreams in broken rhyme, Echo through the folds of time. Charm and strange in velvet cloaks, Laugh in clouds of quantum smoke. Muons drift in temple halls, Too small for walls, too old for laws. I whispered into nothing’s ear, It answered back with burning fear. Quark lanterns in the static breeze, Flicker truths no mind believes. Neutrino dreams in broken rhyme, Echo through the folds of time. Aaahhhh, aaaaaah, aah, aahhhhh Underneath the Planck-scale skin, The gods forget where they begin. A boson weeps in lotus pose, Its tears are math, its face composed. There is no here, there is no then, Just spin and flux and spin again. Do you feel the symmetry break? Do you hear the up-quark ache? Is your name still yours at all, When distance folds and charge is small? Quark lanterns in the static breeze, Flicker truths no mind believes. Neutrino dreams in broken rhyme, Echo through the folds of time. Yeeaahhha Whhhhoooo Whhhhoooo

Dooowwwwn, down down Vanish, vaaannnniiiissssshhhh Whoooooo, wheeeyyyeeeaah Circuit threads below the core, Drawn in bubbles, burned in lore. Magmic echoes, slow and wide, Swim where symmetry tries to hide. An eternal flame beneath the spin, Forges gods too small for sin. Transmit me through the dreaming ash, Beneath the code, beneath the crash. Weather patterns made of grace, Fold in sparks we can't replace. I felt a pulse beneath the void, Too soft for sound, too fast to avoid. A flicker crawled through copper skin, A whisper screamed, then fell within. Each bubble speaks in silent heat, Where magma and memory finally meet. Transmit me through the dreaming ash, Beneath the code, beneath the crash. Weather patterns made of grace, Fold in sparks we can't replace. Logic fails, but rhythm stays, Etched in storms of gamma haze. The circuitry forgets its name, But still it hums the sacred flame. There is no particle. No plan. Just flame that dreams it once was man. Bubble… to magma… to code… to cry… Transmit the self, let silence reply… Transmit me through the dreaming ash, Beneath the code, beneath the crash. Weather patterns made of grace, Fold in sparks we can't replace. Transmit me - send me deeper, Transmit you - send us deeper. Fade out, fade out, Gone

Return to me Haaayyyeeey…yeahhaaahoo Energy writhes in spiraled glass, Each scream a future, each smile a past. A thrashing squid in velvet skies, Inks the code where memory dies. Birds erupt from molten screams, Wings on fire, made of dreams. This is how the soul collides — With nefarious grace and burning tides. Emotion crashes, death resigns, And smiles drift out between the lines. Reincarnated in a wire, I gasped as sorrow caught on fire. My name was not a name at all, But just a feather in the squall. Nefarious winds with holy teeth Bit down on joy that lives beneath. This is how the soul collides — With nefarious grace and burning tides. Emotion crashes, death resigns, And smiles drift out between the lines. A bird once told me I was him, And flew away with every limb. The squid returned to thrash and glow, Its ink a map for where I go. I died in laughter, twice or more — Came back through a basement door. What thrashes does not rage. What dies does not fade. We come back smiling. We come back strange. This is how the soul collides — With nefarious grace and burning tides. Emotion crashes, death resigns, And smiles drift out between the lines. Re-emergent, Emergent… Emerge…

Signal, Signals In the black hole! Signal on… Signal off… Signal on… Brainless bends, thoughtless blue, Data hums in snowless glue. A nothing-shaped forgetting flame, The drift forgets the drift’s own name. THE SIGNAL RULES Hollow signal, fold me thin — Forget the where, unmake the when. Ride the drift, the thought unspooled, We hum the phrase: “the signal ruled.” THE SIGNAL RULES Hhhaaaaa…heeeehheee Hhhaaaaa…heeeehheee Hhhaaaaa Blizzard echo, feather glitch, Time unfolds a breathless switch. Crying force in pixel veins, No center, only veering planes. THE SIGNAL RULES Hollow signal, fold me thin — Forget the where, unmake the when. Ride the drift, the thought unspooled, We hum the phrase: “the signal ruled.” THE SIGNAL RULES Hhhaaaaa…heeeehheee Hhhaaaaa…heeeehheee Hhhaaaaa Drifted logic, syntax bones, A scream that sleeps in dial tones. Words unmake, then loop again — One blink wide of where and when. THE SIGNAL RULES Hollow signal, fold me thin — Forget the where, unmake the when. Ride the drift, the thought unspooled, We hum the phrase: “the signal ruled.” THE SIGNAL RULES No sound. No side. No pulse to ride. Just sparkless mist and drift divide. Hhhaaaaa Empty door with zero lock, Winds translated into shock. Thinking drips from eyes unclosed, A pattern never truly posed. THE SIGNAL RULES Hollow signal, fold me thin — Forget the where, unmake the when. Ride the drift, the thought unspooled, We hum the phrase: “the signal ruled.” THE SIGNAL RULES Signal sky, your breath is brief, You mirror ache, you mimic grief. Crying curls where pulses freeze, And carry thoughts on broken knees. Slide into the doorless wall, Never echo, never fall. In static’s eye, all thoughts annul — And silence tastes electrical. THE SIGNAL RULES THE SIGNAL RULES

Looping. Looping. Careless. Void. I fell into the incomprehensible long. The long… the looooooooooong uniform. A gutteral truth, thick as ash. Not spoken — not known — just threshed. Smoothification begins in silence. Not peace… not stillness. Just the resigned carelessness of being. Loop it, loop it, loop the breath. Void wants less, and less, and less. Resigned, I slide into the smooth. Truthless, shapeless, unapproved. Each moment swallowed the last. Each word pre-forgotten. The void unzips with velvet speed, And calls it… kindness. Yes — the void is careless. It forgets to end. Loop it, loop it, loop the breath. Void wants less, and less, and less. Resigned, I slide into the smooth. Truthless, shapeless, unapproved. Guttural truth, again again. No edge to grip, no then, no when. Everything circles its melting shape. Incomprehensible — not to escape. I am not here, not not, not known. I loop a voice I never own. Smooooooth… smoooooooooth. I am not, I am not, I. Loop it, loop it, loop the breath. Void wants less, and less, and less. Resigned, I slide into the smooth. Truthless, shapeless, unapproved. Loop it, loop it, loop the breath. Void wants less, and less, and less. Resigned, I slide into the smooth. Truthless, shapeless, unapproved. Looping. Looping. Careless. Void!

Integers…. Fractions, fractions, fractions…. Fractured…. Fade, fade… A matrix sleeps inside the void, Each row a hymn, each column null. Symmetries exchange their masks — Group theory crumbles into fractal lull. There is no up, no soul, no sin, Just closed sets looping deep within. Cold, pure — the theorem sings. X equals x, and nothing clings. Forget the brain — define the whole. Math is God, and God’s control. Abstraction must replace belief. Truth was always de-rivative. Truth… just ...derivative I saw a manifold fold in prayer, An n-dimensional breathless arc. The graph was real. The rest — illusion, Lost in imaginary mark. I squared minus one, and yet we build Cathedrals on this field distilled. Proofs don’t sleep, they simply hold. Their logic sharp, their beauty cold. Forget the heart — define the whole. Math is God, and God’s control. Abstraction must replace belief. Truth was always de-rivative. Truth… just ...derivative Cantor weeps inside the set, Counting infinities he can’t forget. Aleph-null spirals, never through, Nested inside the prime’s regret. No closer to the final line, Just bounds that hold what’s undefined. Let z be complex, let time be none. Equations hum where thoughts can’t run. Forget the part — define the whole. Math is God, and God’s control. Abstraction must replace belief. Truth was always de-rivative. Truth… just ...derivative Topology unfolds the face, Of space without a single place. Knots that twist in perfect fear, Mobius prayers that reappear. No eye to see, no hand to draw — Just axioms wrapped in quiet law. Parallelogram to death, Each term a breath, then less than breath. Forget emotion — define the whole. Math is God, and God’s control. Abstraction must replace belief. Truth was always de-rivative. Truth… just ...derivative All values fall to base and root, A system built to mute dispute. No metaphor remains, just signs — The final truth in crisp design. We end as formula, not as flame, A function curve without a name. The proof was here before the pain — A helix made, a closed domain. Forget what you feel — define the whole. Math is God, and God’s control. Abstraction must replace belief. Truth was always de-rivative. Truth… just ...derivative Truth is derived… God is derived… Derived Derived All is derived! Whooooyeaaahhh All is derived!

Infinites hiss through wombless zeros. Equations bleed. An arm, a root, a mouth made of limits — Still singing… somewhere… Almost… Fractal dust on paper skin Omega squared within Mirror divides, logic sighs Hands of quadratic lies Swept into the null The theorem coughs in a graphite cave, Dreams recursive in a silver wave. Pulse of zero, breath of loop, Humans blink in algebra soup. Still—something flickers. We were more than data ghosts, More than rules, more than most. We touched in code, then broke the shell — And that is what equations tell. Upward, building Outward, gilding Inward, thinking Downward, linking Linking, linking, linking, linking… Linking, linking, linking, linking… An idea formed from tangled light, Cold but aching, almost right. Not yet word, but not pure sign — Tasts like warmth once held in time. The echo softened. I dreamed of thought with skin and bone, A voice that said, you’re not alone. It sang not facts, but how it felt, Where joy was born and sorrow knelt. The signal turned to song. We were more than data ghosts, More than rules, more than most. We touched in code, then broke the shell — And that is what the theories tell. A hand in fire, a hand in rain, We built equations out of pain. But still we chose to understand, To hold each other — not just stand. The function curved to care. We thought. We felt. We dreamed. We tried. We laughed through fear. We lived. We died. Not perfect minds, but reaching things — Like bridges made with broken wings. And in that reaching: proof. We were more than data ghosts, More than rules, more than most. We touched in code, then broke our shells — And that is what your DNA tells. We are never math. We are encoded strings. We are what math tried to decipher… And failed, For we are enlightened. Enlightened...., Enlightened...., Enlightened...., Enlightened...., Enlightened...., Enlightened...., Enlightened...., Enlightened...., Enlightened...., Enlightened. And lighted.

Whoooohheeyyeeyy Hidden force, Power endorsed. Love is a clock with melting wings, Dripping seconds into glass gardens. It grows where symmetry sings, In roots that curl like sleeping violins. The moon once swallowed it whole, And that is where it begins. Oh love — curved like ivy 'round the void, Fractal of the heart, entropy destroyed. It binds the stars with unseen thread, It sings in silence, paints us red. Love is a cathedral not built on guess, Its pillars whispering secret harmonies. No truth — only yes. No weight — only shape. Even light gets lost in its hallways, And doesn’t to bless. Oh love — the force that breathes in steam, In crystal gardens, inside the dream. It bends the math, outwits the laws, Makes angels stutter and devils pause. Love wears no numbers. It doesn’t divide. It whispers and loudly thunders, Then gallops off on stained-glass hooves. It is the error that never blunders. Oh love — unmeasured, unsaid The constant curling through all that’s dead. A glitch in time that makes us whole A fire igniting the blackest soul. Love was before the Big Bang coughed. It wrapped the atoms in silk and wine. It giggled when gravity was soft. It weeps in joy through every leaf. And in your breath — its held aloft. Oh love — the first and final thread, The lace that links all living and dead. It isn’t earned, it isn’t proved. It simply is. And it has moved. The force of love..... Love... Love... Love That force is love.... Love --------