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Saturday, April 28, 2007

Giving Pause

A simple walk through the neighborhood

Brings to mind the birth of stars mirrored

In blooms of tulip tree blossoms that shoot out

Like delicacies of prose found in memories of posies.


A surface on the lake just when the ice is melting

Shows dendrites like those astrocytes on the manifold

Of mind. A slice of our senses like the shadows

On the wall. We see now in the glass as a laser

Gives out the critical phase, so the tongue marshals

Our slight ken. Ever diminished in light of the receding

Spacetime locus. But growing with the zenith of reason

To a higher non linear curve. Why are we not astounded

When at every resolution there is a striving for perfection?


It is not the heavy ladened mechanics of those dire prophesies

Of perpetual frozen matter insensate like Dante’s Satan’s lair.

No not those chaotic screech owl like random walks,

But a nobler resolution as true as the gift of the lightning rod

Through freedom to convoke communion in purpose.

We see an axis in the cosmos like sugar and protein

And impossible configurations to shift toward the light

Synthetic of the mindseye. If there be not here a motive

To surcease of sorrow, then there will never be one.


What madness hath overtaken us like children of Gorgon

Only to be forever reliving our Atreus like poisoned

Genetic dance? Yet the motion of helix can be a disease

Or a blessing. We are built like Damocles through and through.

Which way will you choose, oh futurity? There is but one path

On the labyrinth of causation. Eureka, aye and anon.

The bird flies as our heart lifts we exhale our soul’s sail.

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