Puff Space by Ariel Riveros

Dedicated to Tom Jayman for their birthday

Time and space are emergent properties

We can't tell the future for certain.

God exists outside the gaming pitch.

Throwing dice because the reflector 

cone going mirror reverse

is dark and it was good.

Let there be x=x not y. 

There was an unexpected interruption

at my door so letting you know also

Hoping to catch the latch memory of

What I was going to write after "there" 

knock in this sentence. There (vers 0)

was no tombola shaking the fortune

nut surprises. Inside the food fight 

dice play multiplayer multiplier 

ping pong because we said so.

I have seen c fivers crashed 

through the Brandenburg 5 

longer version harpsichord

solo. Time to die, and cast 

in the Rubicon you never

set in foot twice. 

Or maybe it's a bot

tweak twitching 

a fucken huge puppert

throwing rays for everything's

eyemax cinema. Cohering

to heat energy sensor 

things. Over there is a

CCTV x-ray camera

taking cosmological selfies.

It's all a bad infinity. Mulling over and up.

never got back or out. Neurotic fractal,

wherefore art thou except in an undocumented

transcript crying. The individualist state

buzzing in the background office. CCTV

Akashic records spreadsheet got you.

No strings attached but why not

cattle herd stampeding down from

the sky and the flowers can grow? 

That's what must be made modelled. 

Thanks for reading my [insert your own

puffiest puff piece news outlet masthead name] talk.