(Lulz. Had some fun with the title.)
I went to the market.
A man asked me for change
and I knew I was moving.
He asked me for a letter
so I handed him a variable
and my best wishes.
I walked the streets
whose curves stained
a giant 8
across the fields
bloodied with sun
(if
and when) set n(_) /is?{AT, CG}
over infinity and
I, fractal which has it as
stem and head of bloom, then(if
and when)
I= N(-) {AT, CG}
and that's why
sunset has correlation to winged serpent
or divine jester, because the snake
wear's the sun as a hat, and Ra
can only eat his own.
Recursive, if I=N(_)/{AT, CG}
then I can only sum it's parts
with a hole.
like dominoes dwarf to dwarf to dwarf
or a circus act, midgets, laughable
accidents.
Short stalk to bean, human
in an amino forrest
and I'm told we don't
sprout cogs?
So, the fields
bloodied with sun
are recursion
and sure as the snake
nips it's own tail
I'll bite the bullet
as the bullet bites me
and that's who the crops were cut for,
underneath thick underbrush lay a wounded soldier,
his blood synonymous with sun, his snaketongue
striking for parallax within, last few
words
half syllables, if that
and then, and when
"aaaattt-cuhhggg" left his breath
I knew his breath left his chest
and the sun left his I
N(-)
flatlined.
(the sun swallows it's crop)

