27 of rain pearl

in the infinite hanging of the earth

there are no prayers

just a pure space


thank goodness


empty


one does not need prayers to wreck the scenery


the infinite endless

satvas

dance their martrydom

but man is free



outerspace
is the

catch of catch alls





here the dumb godlets
and the other murderers of ancient
history

aren't buried
they never were



here the forces
whoosh

spend
grasp



in the 27th rain pearl



guided by space's infinite breath


you are beyond those parities

their blackmail
and earthly

shake-downs


man's gone past his body





here the pearl's a mircale


but we'll forage a better term


of begotting &

negotiating

this splendour of newness

its ragged harmony


perfect and unblessed



and we 've moved out of those old whorish harmonies


miracle
s

not the word
nor fishy loaves

or kissing king being


but whoosh of wind
cosmic howl

and its difference of indifference

is


love