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“I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together …” (Lennon)


                                the twinkle
                becomes my eye
I see my life from inside the many faces I have worn
                                as I contrive power
                                              and plan escape
                over/from/death/life vainglorious
                and failed
                                every time I act
                                              [and conjure
                                                              and compose]
                                the more I do
                                              the less I get anywhere
                and the more my selves multiply and reside here
                                I could lose
                                              the whole world
                                through my
                asides and schemes my power and play
                                all of the ellipses spinning
                                              to conjure my face spinning
                                                              fit to vortex

                to hold my face to the world

                                              and the more I am a sorcerer supreme the more
                                I am grotesque
                the more I gestate the mad messiah-killers in the backrush and tail-
                                I hadn’t thought
                                              I hadn’t given
                                                              I hadn’t laughed
                                                                                 I hadn’t loved


askance from: Dr Strange #6-13 (Feb 1975-April 1976); Marvel; writer: Steve Englehart; artist: Gene Colan




doing wormhole: where the real action // always is
Dr Strange & world wormhole: Dr Strange V – all the words of all the times of all the worlds speak
eyes & writing wormhole: just words wiped across a line
faces wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
identity wormhole: I am a solid block of stone
life wormhole: Woolwich Central – making life better II
lifetimes wormhole: the edge has come …