facets remove doubt with multiplied propositions
on face a name and a word and even whole sentences
capture images and set deep beneath
but there is no beneath
there is no between above under beyond in or out
around
maybe
but the two sides are not even separated
by anything less flimsy than a word
tacked on to a multiplied self-image
clumsily pasted together
from yet more words
with luxuriant exotic
names
we're all just IN it we're all just IMMERSED
tacking on the facets
patching on the signs
taping together the sides
until we have
those fantastic insides and outsides
and we have a handle
a clumsy handle
but a handle nevertheless
true and in-fused with meaning
deceiving and disorienting
maybe
but true and certified
by all our metaphysical
metacorporal
metamaterial
authorities
there are throughout
level inceptions
grand in-questions
in-digested
repetitive in their in-corporality
sometimes
on the outside
we stand like pyres
and burn slowly, surely
to the ground
from outside in
lower and lower
to ashes
and to dirt
and to the filthy
purifying waters
of our gods
there is no within
there is only a certain fleshy
gooey pink
density
we're flammable and toxic
we're choppable and sliceable
and when you saw through the bones
we're still all gooey
not pink gooey
but more blackish brown marrowy gooey
and around all that are sinews and fatty tissues
and unctuous organs
come gather
come see
come let's find
that which will float off one day
and be free
if you put on some plastic gloves
if you prod and poke and push and squeeze
fumble, finger, and fiddle
past the spleen
past the slippery coiling bowels
and all the squishy things in between
you will find
happy and clean
all oily and rich
certified 100% organic
the fat succulent soul
and if you wipe off the blood
and the mucus and the slimy
slithery veins
push away the nerves
and part the fleshy curtains
of meaty muscle
you will find
that it just can't wait
to ooze away
and find its bubbling
fatty frothing path
to heaven.
