If I knew the way a thousand primordial black hole dots dotted I’s and left the tails of Ps marbelously rolling smashing explosions jest to cascade neutreenos through the Universe I would call some one of thousands of fake persona AI armed friends on-line awaiting deposit in some lonely account gathering dust and cobwebs never living a sunshone day in the Cayman Islands Where rolling the sand up with gluesticks making mountains of molehills washing away in waves of dusk coloring chords of nightfall’s stars like images of love and nuclear det-chorded nations droning out in circles of spirals rising upon warm thermals in darkness gravity waves If I knew the way a thousand primordial black hole dots dotted I’s and left the tails of Ps marbelously rolling smashing explosions jest to cascade neutreenos through the Universe I would call some one of thousands of fake persona AI armed friends on-line awaiting deposit in some lonely account gathering dust and cobwebs never living a sunshone day in the Cayman Islands Where rolling the sand up with gluesticks making mountains of molehills washing away in waves of dusk coloring chords of nightfall’s stars like images of love and nuclear det-chorded nations droning out in circles of spirals rising upon warm thermals in darkness gravity waves built with information are latices of quantum froth Berkeley’s sky flicks all around good signs for life overrunning itself with green dreams being bleached away.
