Solipsism

[sangha]

A Solipsist's Anthill


golden
laughing
strings from delirious minds
!
!fall .

showering the plexus of the universe;
they are severed from their puppeteers.

They lie.
and bottle the art penned;
in shadow, the light streaming in from without,
-The Light Has No Source)
from these delirious-soul-strings-of-questionable-beauty,
is convoluted and diluted and curls and when the strings wrap around you and never end
all you can feel is nothing and all you can hear is …( )…
-“Nothing cycles, doesn’t end…
You suffocate from the everythings of nothings
And choking on prettiness
You lie.

And are played by strings from crazies;
and are crying tears into an anthill.

?Crush
?
the insects for your sanity
stringed-to
insanity

[sangha]

Place your hands over your ears, palms down
Push hard, not harder than hard
Listen to rumble, deep growl

Sound of the universe singing in your ears:
You’re not alone
Murmer: “my mind minds more men than myself”
They’re not alone either

M. M. M. M. Say the letter
Sing the letter,
Keep the sound.
Open mandible, insert ohm.

Your ear is the seashell
Close your ears, Kaiser,
Caesar, and open your hands
To the rumble grumble of others.



this is the second poem, unrelated to the first.
i find the sound hugely comforting and that's where this poem comes from.

these are my first poems that i've written with any modicum of seriousness and i would greatly appreciate any feedback

[cogs]

yes, the style and sound is unique. it's like the bottleneck of the anthill is like the choking. and the ants are a good choice for solipsism, with the only idea they know of reality is a hive mind. nice poems, even nicer for a first serious try.