All Sound Rests on No Sound

Fall fall fall fall fall,

Like fathom feathers,

Like Jupiter eyes,

Till at the end of the self,
The alphabet gives up the ghost,

And in this dust
New spectacles 
Breathe in the firsts
Of perception

Again. Again 

The doubling of cells,

The doubling down of wiring,

And at most 
The winning of confusion,
From this
Somehow
Real steps.

~

Mischievous infinitesimals
Chide the ego.

All sound rests on no sound.

What is the price of being particular
That can but be halved?

But go on. You must.

Endorse your leg muscles. Your poetic anxiety.

Chide back. 

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