BOUSTROPHEDON TABLET 1
What does death matter if the energy continues to flow
Figure with decorated amphora as brain the permeating water
Appears to be bottomless knowing which is impossible
Masks have animals widening cavities without reason to
Someone killing someone awakens beside themselves, scattered particles
Images in drowning victims the seen we've greatly magnified
Many speak the shapes submerged and feral choreography
Self or tile forgets slack tide the whole idea subsumed
Dancing nudes pronged with dildo goving over memory hills
Markets weird affairs joining slaves touch masters yawning
Are these idyllic erasures the opposite surface polished our ears
Misses near language's a lattice of texture by ripened
May be traced to a film which develops appearances
Alive longing parasitic inhabited known but seen never
Imagined a bull's-eye blazoned on noise from Big Bang
Crackings vast the given is whosoever changes resemblings crossing
Having only a feather's weight the axiom is silence's tool
Soul the god's itself reveals number a division cell during
Matter is peripherally a centrifugal essence the rushing voice
Sleep core becomes everyone filling timing the inevitable is space
(lines to be read alternately left-to-right then right-to-left...
or traditionally)
—W. B. Keckler