Eleven Tweets from the Tribes of the Unconceived
That weight in your crown, that visitation—it’s not the 471 lbs. of pressure exhibited during parturition—but those of us who shall never be born· 9:27 PM – 14 Sep 13· 2 minutes ago via web • Embed this tweet
You who came hurtling headfirst into the world, who speak in extinct words, you, who whistle along with the extinct nightingales· 9:33 PM – 14 Sep 13 via web • Embed this tweet
Like all the bells that never rang multiplied by all the little deaths unconceived=a teaspoon of collapsed star embedded in your brain=this ghost thinking· 9:40 PM – 14 Sep 13 via web • Embed this tweet
We the Unpeopled, in tribes of unwatching: smell of petrichor as we hit the cement with the rain & you realize the parking lot under your feet was virgin forest· 9:54 PM – 14 Sep 13· 2 minutes ago via web • Embed this tweet
In the time it takes your phone to change “sentence” to “semtex[1]” a species of glowing fish goes out where your finger stops the spinning globe·10:06PM – 14 Sep 13 via web • Embed this tweet
&that bioluminescence whispering—entirely produced by bacteria—that pale vanished breathing we shed over your lives, ‘tis an aposeopesis not precisely unlike a melted glacier·10:10PM – 14 Sep 13 via web • Embed this tweet
Me: I don't want to live in a world without elephants. The voice on the phone: Is that an ultimatum? •1:51 AM – 11 Jan 2014 · Embed this tweet
Am I to understand the entire suit lapses & melts away? Pal, away. Bye bye Greenland, bye bye Green Bee-eater, no more sunshine, it’s followed you away· 3:03 PM – 5 May 2014 • Embed this tweet
Write it out in disappeared words: I wish for the life of me there was not a clock in the kingdom to measure out these drams of oblivion. For the oceans—[2]·10:13pm 13 Sep 14 via web · Embed this tweet
Nine Tweets from the Seraphs
As Mohammed said to the suicide bomber in Paradise: Holy Shi’ite! His response: At least I’m not a piece of Shi’ite anymore[3]· 1:51 PM – 8 Sep 13via web
@sambrownwitt:You who tweet tweet against the dying of the pixelated light from the thick oily eye of the super-hurricane. & a storm is comin’ · 10:26PM – 14 Sep 13 via the music of the spheres via tesla coils • Embed this tweet
Quietly, from the source of Job’s wind, your newborn’s hand unfolds like the Aluetian shield-fern: which, naturally, is endangered· 10:53PM – 14 Sep 13 via the carbon • Embed this tweet
That’s how we visit: like ichor in the veins, like the missing arms of the goddess, the Higgs-field, the thoughts of Lazarus: swarms of Dodo, Black Rhino, Judas, his kiss· 11:57PM – 14 Sep 13 via the blood • Embed this tweet
For there’s ever onely one reader as if every point & particle was made of sunbeams· 11:04PM – 14 Sep 13 via the carbon • Embed this tweet
Each one had six wings: with 2 he covered his face, with 2 he covered his feet & with 2 he flew· 10:50PM – 14 Sep 13 via the word • Embed this tweet
&from the epicenter of the blast, one of the seraphim flew to me, having in his hand a live coal & he touched my mouth with it. Particle: Send me Lord· 10:48PM – 14 Sep 13 via the fires • Embed this tweet
[1]These computers are beehives in which we store an ancient honey: silence, language, coordinates· Mon Sep 20 2010 17:57:49 (CDT) via web • Embed this tweet
[2]—the oceans are a life-sized map of themselves as they die: All in a wave now, lift your wigs to show the pink dome of the world as it crowns · 9:28 PM – 14 Sep 13· 2 minutes ago via web · Embed this Tweet
[3]Which raises questions: You think your body is returned to you when you die? Do you really think we’re made whole? · 10:26PM – 14 Sep 13 via the live coal· Embed this Tweet
