He Keeps Looking Around
It felt like he was looking around
though his eyes were viewing him through
ten-thousand other eyes
that shone in the black-cat night.
Atoms were rumbling like boulders
down his spine,
then he turned to water,
a geyser of light spurting out of an artery
of unrecognizable thoughts
that tunneled him into Her.
The Her was looking around him now,
opening him up.
Then he really began to look around.
When he awoke, for a long while
he felt like an empty can of Spam.
He loves Spam.
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