. not science .
the fruit is of the eye
plus and plus and
a mind pans
to make ply
and thrice
space .
the dawn long walk
and her pirouette upon
my lone
cassette tape
of magic
there
revealed an unsayable
science ;
a still yet impossible
consciousness
sped so fast
as in stillness .
the long walk
then snap
longest
moment
left unto
forever
binds
and
unbinds
us
all
a
love
collective
not
unconsciousness
kiss .
