Unanimous Goldmine

All Coltrane solos at once!

Twist them horns

’round the necks

of each equation

and expand upon

multiples of death.

We were crowded

into the shitbins

of a floating toilet

dreaming of

an afterlife.

Memory stored

in a cloud.

Terrabytes

sea-major.

Winners of

religious thinking

praise books

for bookends.

Here is

the invention

of the astronaut.

First Nation

Sweat ceremony

In a spaceship.

To imagine hell

is privilege.

Paint a dreamworld

solid enough

to hold us.

Held by blocks of time

margins and calendars

divisions of labor

contracts: social

and otherwise.

With each kiss

bio-dynamic in

direct co-relation

to stars and seasons

the ability to calculate

distance, harness power

stem cells erect mobile mansions

capable of projecting destruction

at greater and greater will, what could

be holding us here?

Here is what

death is like:

Life without fear.