Work it out.
Suns ray and rot
on matter and anti, hellhot and zero.
Paranoid parallels kiss and part all over;
strange geometries decree distance,
coffin symmetries, car exhaust
and blood direction. Libraries holy-hold
this info. Add birds, and life is almost
worth the spin. Just to watch
the odds accumulate on green tables
in Atlantic City, or in heaven-hell ratio.
We are warped inside the swing
of two enormous seconds hugely clocked
(replaceably batteried) in some dimension
carelessly added on ache of impulse.