Hedda Roman
Garten
2023

Garden

...In the hundreds, an army of ordinary numbers presses on,
Hopping foolishly in irregular bows,
Rectangular shadows stretching,
Followed by millions swiftly passing in seconds.
A massive drone-swarm of trillions,
And sequences of many sixes shoot along.
Rapid triplets of thirds cut cheeks,
Tasting their blood and then forgetting it.
Innocent, nauseous blades,
With the swiftness of light's speed,
They slit as they jump in that self-generating,
Inflatable bounce house, as vast as Jupiter.
Zillions of miles far from the sun,
In cascades of colossal tubes,
Another leap's wave tosses the body into dark matter,
The mind flies its fatal arc, kilometers high.
Digits grind tirelessly towards nothingness,
As they fracture, their contractions resonate
Along the skin of the house, accelerating echoes
Humming towards the core.
Math's discordant fracking makes
Meridian-curved walls tremble.
All to compress
A circle into 0,
Orez otin elcric uh.
From here they grow again,
Entering where they have left:
One in twenty, fifty-thousand of two-thirds
Of twelve octillion dots:
Marble mixed with water,
Nose of wax and churches,
Satellite-earth in a river,
Bird-feathered eyeballs,
Cathedrallical sex on the tongue of
A dying whale.

Bacterial actresses bite their teeth, red lips, pink Chanel dresses,
0.2 in diameter and 8 in length,
Into my membrane, with perfect shapes,
Ranging from spheres to rods and spirals.
Green glow underneath their white iris.
The flawless grin of horror.
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