– Oneohtrix Point Never




a universe every time he opens his little-boy mouth

see the craggy moon mountains of his jagged teeth

and his body tilting back to look at faraway things 
i view myself as some kind of mystic geppetto (busy

lengthening and adjusting my sad songs and strings

& when the rift appears his body relaxes in my arms
he is a starship narcissus invincible in a flying mask

cruising crazy flight paths guided by algae rhythms

i am a puppet preacher at some river-space baptism
drop into my arms as you did when you were only

one minute old) i will hold you in the control room

prepare snacks for us & then warm up the consoles
welcome to your world for i am merely living in it

bringing you down gently to some small round dais

while an eye and a mountain and a moon look on