Raw nerves
Wrapped
Tightly
Like the
Banded rubber
In a ball
Concealing
Woven strands
Hidden within-
It holds back
Kinetic rage
Just waiting
To unfurl
And release.

Inside, you’ll find
Anger
With tertiary twists
Always adding more
Energy and
Folding
Leading to bleeding.
Subsequently,
Only needing
The slightest
Snip
Or flaw
Applied upon
These windings
Causing them to
Unravel and
Spin-
Top-like
And out of
Control...
A sudden
Explosion-
Spraying.
Everywhere-
Predictably
Chaotic.
Energy unleashed.
Potential becomes
Kinetic and
Violent
And finally it

Stops.

The event is over.
A time where nothing
IS
Something, exists.
We are at the beginning
Where it’s proven:
Somethingness
Was made of
Nothingness.
A perfect, quiet
Stillness precedes our
Origins
And now a cocaughany sings.
Ring loud, choir of
Darkness angels.
Let there be no mistake:
The mind has won.
Bipolar mania
Supersedes Klonopin, or Xanax
And the Darkness of Depression
Casts us into the
Real darkness.
Humans have become the victors.
Humanity saw it coming,
Science is funny, that way.

Einstein has been vindicated,
As were Galileo, Copernicus,
Kepler, Planck, Heisenberg,
and the whole of
Egypt & the Middle East,
The Jews,
The Christians,
The Persians, and the Muslims
All understood the metaphor between the
Unleashing
Of Kinetic Energy from a mass,
And the subsequent forces that will
Unfurl
Rapidly and aggressively.
If a person were ever to release this force,
They would
Snap
Losing all Dervish Control.
If you ever find
Me spinning,
Bleeding -
Spraying-
Giving my final
Kinetic transfer away
Don’t be surprised, but

RUN, Motherfucker, RUN!

I’ve been trying to explain
The unity
Between the binding, and subsequent unraveling of
Kinetic Energy
As a metaphor
For depth of pain
From loss and
Human suffering.
Just know:
Something wild lives beneath all of our smiles.
Some noxious and malevolent,
Others, sweet, organic, and wild.
Joy and happiness will congregate and depict
A pointillist lie for us to stare at and believe for another 250+ years.
Snip me once,
And watch as winds from the
Devil of Tasmania,
Become unleashed.
Unstoppable.
Suffer those of you who didn’t see it coming.

You should have.
I’ve been warning you for years-



Rotational Momentum = Human Suffering
RM=HS
Stand back:
Time for me
To spin.

K. Carlson 2012-13
Nippular Arts & Music
Sacramento, CA

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