Everything is up and down, like a triumphant FUCK YOU to Gravity. Tall metal, steel atoms, neatly arranged, projectiles into air, winged electrons scurrying thermodynamically, the magic of magnetism. Royally inconsequential, when you really think about it.
You have not left the cage of my mind.
oof n’goop : conglomerate-entity-blob. plopping i want to push it out, birthing impossibility -- an extraction, dissection, plucking with tweezers, the exactness of a ginormous THING. right from organs/intestines/inner-goo, dripping drop-by-drip dissolvable-powered stomach acid, emanating ripe rancid smells smoke stank gaseous liquids solids, radioactive with privacy: personal, embarrassing body-gloop.
“Get yourself out of whatever cage you find yourself in” -John Cage (Nelson 54).