Ubering in uber rings into the cities inner rings inertia brings all tenses of time into my senses and I'm lost in the sea of endless time can't tell if I need to go up or down for air swimming in light years of water time soundwaves of brainlines brail makes grid dots out of straight lines book ledgers become white dots surfaces ruptured like blood clots I'm at home in the systems of syntax and property plots cuz I've learned how to swim on dry land through each one of these century's subplots imperialism gave way to industry bolts of steel and iron locks but I threw away the key to chastity when green belts got built around city centers spelling urban as a language separate from rural plots when the reality of relationship between margin and periphery is the circuit that keeps your conscious coming back to me for another shot another crack at the cutting block another hack into the body clock cuz the words that chime each time the hand strikes  nine are the building blocks that structure eternal life: horizon line when the hands stretch from three to nine and the head sitting upon the shoulders is the sun setting into the untouchable axis of west circling the Geoid six times since the world  formed out of Genesis who says in six days of work universe made earth and sat back on the seventh to rest four cycles of six to arrive at the 24th hour of time where first becomes last and tail meets the mind Sapio sexuals find me every time and I fall down the rabbit hole blind to the blond silk growing from my skull until I find her: the alice inside hanging with roger Peter  dodge but don't leave her cuz the rabbit will shrink you out of ego into essence: the epistemology of a hole where language becomes all colors: the black of a portal through the clock to the source of time buried so deep under duff water tables and devil shrines that you almost stopped searching convinced the gears the structure of light years were just the forms of guysers unconsciously spurting the origins of the mind unconscious well springs of time primative like the birthplace of original sin when in fact primitive accumulation is a myth resource extraction is actually a process and the form of language is how we access fact like the vowels and consonants rhyme schemes that haunt your sleep till you reach awakening lean and hing into one another constructing the form of meaning and my aesthetic agglomeration of these letter blocks edges - curved slope ns and rounded t sounds - reveals the structure of wellsprings beneath surfaces of skin