"WITHIN THE SPIDER'S TESSERACT"

glitching winds of the fractal hornets
appear and disappear failingly
as if a veil or a mantilla of comets and stars
stuck in faulting dimensional bleedthrough

mystical errors of the grand machine
bend the circuits of reality

towards the edge
towards the precipice
towards the tesseract
towards the ultimate hazard of logic
we drift

systema of bugs and system bugs
clogging a machinal taxonomy
stuck in the mire of evolution

vistas of the most acute inferno
break the fourth wall
like a wonderful painting
or a poem out of this world
does

from years of rust, a cage as frail as a cassia-flower :
the spectral scarabs break their confinements
at last !

...and the spider discloses its hideous apparition

the planet rolls without aim inside
the spider's tesseract ! hulking forth without meaning !
through empty swathes rayless
swinging blindly in the fractal moonless aether !

a planet drunk from stardust and putrid honey
circumambulate the spider-curse-Kaba
withershins and forevermore-more-more-more
in endless cynical cycles

tied to the ankles of something once a deity no more
are the invisible ropes spun from the webs of the spectral arachnid –
eight legs, six eyes - eight times six dimensions deep and wide !

within the tesseract the once-deity teeters
in her ever-so-remorseful indignity above the eerie city of cubes
suspended upside-down to hang like a bat
in a darkness as total as it is timeless

time lost track of even itself
in this endless aeonic ennui

all the while
the spider spins its web
floating in the tesseract
in nauseating meditations
which are absolutely incomprehensible
and spiritually devastating