(OCCULUS) RIFTS

By | 4 February 2025

– 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

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