Scintilla, porously sifting
through skintissue & issuing
into the vision of unseeing sight,
jigging & zigzagging
along the corrugations & embroidery frills
of sound, all-absorbing, withal absorbed
within the reverberating echoless drone of an
ecstatic electric hum:
the hum of smiling lips unspeaking of
undisturbed, imperturbable improbabilities
seemingly so much the only possibility.
My tooth throbs, I feel no pain,
only the blissful anguish of nerve impulses
trying to traverse the ether & escape
the elemental walls of fibrous muscle.
My gums quiver, numbly, imperceptibly,
but with infernal conviction,
in truthful pulsation with the cosmic drone,
the comic tone of infinite humor,
of unending mystification...