Sunday, November 6, 2022

Do you think?

The rabbit holes wandered,

the fallen trail,
the fell tree in the path,
the oaky and alpine scent.

Thoughts that paint your poetic perception.

Evoke,
embed,
sort out the void.

Spread the gold across the seemingly impossible expanse.

Monday, April 11, 2022

What is it? What is it?


The testable, 
the abstract,
the channel to flip nature 
against herself,
against authoritarian intellect,
that subtle switch, 
giving herself away in rations.

A distinction between reality,
and imagination,
reality at large, 
reeling in the big one,
the crucial one, 
the experiential one:
Where will the photon strike?
Will the light bend?

Wanted symmetry: 
what am I to see? 
What is the world to actually be?

Constructions, conjectures, 
blessings sent to ignorant testers,
probing at the edge of reasons' superstructure.

Curated primaries.

Lifeless algorithms.

Selfless liveliness.

Forgetting a path of local falsity.