Satellite Dish, Home Plate, Sinus Aestuum

If die let dead, better.

Information & energy: power.
Power of meaning, power of movement.
Associative power, stabilizing power.
Power to create, power to kill.
Power to liberate, power to control.
Sun & moon, too, day & night, too.
Power to teach, power to indoctrinate.
Power.

A visit to the museum, a dinner of salt, a witness to a genital death match.
Home again, and the full moon burned an image of the dirt on the window into the hardwood floor. It looks like art. Until something I need is on the other side of it. Then it’s the floor, and I have to cross it.

Where the genitals were is a moon-white blindness, a convergence of energy that explodes hidden information, revealed as hidden by the whitelight emptiness of the genitals. The house is on the tilt.

I’m breathing here. I’m reviving, returning, restoring. I’m nursing on the nipple of my mind.

Now I can go to work, world.