Exaggerate your grievances and contemplate revenge, repeat. In nature there are
no flat galaxies. I'm not a fan of subterfuge. Three kings laid end to end, whatever
is continuous is conscious, be it briefly, neither ridicule to worship,
novelty to fortify, nor octagon to octagon of earth. The will to live in one context
is death wish in another and the full moon tolerates no misbehavior, such as
scoffing at the laws of motion, gravity and cooling.
May the AI-generated hominids have seven hands and seven fingers on each
hand. As long as they're as white as teeth they may not live alone. Be seen and
heard, I say, or seen not heard or heard not seen or neither seen nor heard.
What Jacob does with angels isn't an abomination if we call it wrestling. Even an
outsider sometimes gets it right. But one man's bank of on-off switches is
another's binary arithmetic. Consider lilies in a force field lest they have neither
position nor velocity.
And thou shalt not display the ten commandments. To swim synchronously or
asynchronously is the question, To left-justify is to return repeatedly to scenes of
crimes and to right justify to reap reward.
Permission to have three degrees of freedom. By their bite marks you shall know
them. Atoms, atoms everywhere nor one to smash. Should one be up and one be
down, affix the two abysses with a twist. Let there be names in lights.
Heikki Huotari wrote their first poem the morning after the major died in the adjacent bed. Since retiring from academia/mathematics They have published more than 500 poems in literary journals, including Pleiades, Florida Review and The Journal, and in six chapbooks and six collections. They have won one book prize (Star 82 Press) and two chapbook prizes (Gambling The Aisle and Survision Press). Their Erdős number is two.