Engendering

no fibreoptic purplejesus
if god sings life
in doubledoverlaughter
like a partita song
for children spilling limits
from a thousand prosed plateaus
like fledglings in a courtofbagatelles
drop down the stepofages
past surgically by-passed sages
while Vico beats the lambofgod
to time tapped tunes
in slam-terraining hammer-rain
of pthalo blue replies
while sevants sainted up
canonical concessions
twist quick translations into knots
of violencewithoutpurpose
if christ is superlinearity,
a languageasawhole condition of its possibility
in riskfree circulations
calculating movements beside a box of tools
while heterophonous transfusions
breed bouncing budhas,
jumpcut joy
with
Jessie's butterflyplumpie
while
rafting
down
the
rhizome
of
refrains

"The teacher has gone mad but maddness is a face conforming
to the nth degree." (Deleuze and Guattari, ATP)