strip away the ugliness
that surrounds me,
warily, cause the passion
I swear I don't have
dies violently

the pages worn and soft,
thin, papery against the nerves
with faded black type
whisper softly in my ear,
"here comes another one"

and I look away,
long hair falling over my face
"I could be bounded in a nutshell
and count myself a king
of infinite space"

no one can smell me,
let alone remember that I'm human
and want to be touched
but will never allow it
(because no one wants to)

"Cruelty has a Human Heart."
there's nothing I want more

"the behavior of the vast universe can be understood in terms of its history in imaginary time, which is a tiny, slightly flattened sphere. It is like Hamlet's nutshell, yet this nut encodes everything that happens in real time. So Hamlet was quite right. We could be bounded in a nutshell and still count ourselves the kings of infinite space."

I still can't turn away,
people lose their minds,
with bread butter stars
as they stare at images
of what they did
to make it to this dinner,
fancy

fear lost in the pilgrims
of a perfect antichrist
as they land on red mars
forgetting beyond the stars

"THE NATURE OF DARK MATTER

Cosmologists now believe that while the central parts of spiral galaxies consist largely of ordinary matter, their outskirts are dominated by dark matter that we cannot see directly. But one of the fundamental problems is to discover the nature of dark matter in these outer regions of galaxies."

something profound,
something intangible
yet feel-able,
something not love

provocative
fuckable
true

"O Brane new world.
That has such creatures in't.

That's the universe in a nutshell"

Naked singularity
a spacetime singularity
not surrounded by a
black hole,
which is visible to a distant
observer.

a far cry from an angel,
I am,
but stripped with a black hole
for a heart
I've learned to bleed stars,
my nude form visible to all
that look
out into the universe
far
with dark matter,
untouchable,
directly
unseeable