Saturday, May 20, 2023

Incremental


The worm gear has to move
An immense wheel...
The contact points
Are where the now of physical reality
Exists...
Only the smallest fraction of the wheel
Touches that spiraling gear,
But its  teeth go on forever,
And in all directions...
This one point of contact
Is the perception of the Now,
The silver metal Monopoly piece
That represents you circling Chance and Community Chest...
Spiraling around the board...
Rolling the dice every time your turn comes around...
There are set rules for the game...
It's always to the death... 
The victor is always the game,
The referee always makes calls in its favor...
You already knew you didn't come here to win...
It's all about gathering experience and self-knowledge, awareness...
When the game play comes to its natural end,
Another game begins, slowly creeping along that galactic wheel...
Your life is cartography applied to your experience...
Record keeping...
Know the world by looking within...
Know yourself by engaging with the world...
One after the other those teeth clear the worm...
You are the Universe dreaming about you...
Falling in and out of love with itself...
Everything you dream about at night is an extension of you, even the nightmares,
Flying or falling...
You are the bug in God's ear,
That tune it can't get out of its head...
That word that stops making sense
Once it's been repeated too many times...
That's why you can't recall having been here before...
Fleeting moments of déjà vu when the vinyl skips under the needle, your only reparations...
Plug and play, we live in the laser's reflection off of the iridescent spinning disk...
Massless as a photon,
We imagine gravity into being,
Ordering our thoughts in the gravity well...
Gathering moments plucked from the rolling fields of time, wild blooms waving in the  wind...
Memories encoded on DVR...
You are everything you can see,
And so much more that you can't...
Ageless, infinite, eternal...
Addicted to forgetting...
Rediscovery is the rush we inevitably seek...
Those brain chemicals warmly bathing our perception...

Sunday, May 14, 2023

Kinesthesia


Fell off the rack...
Kicked to the back...
Forgotten amidst the dust bunnies
For a time...
Thumb tacks
Freed from their heads...
Savory spices and grains of sugar...
Strands of hair...
Friction released fleece fuzz...
Resting in places
That burrowing animals choose to abandon...
It sleeps for weeks at a time...
Sometimes for months...
Cycles of seasons have sometimes passed
Before it's roused from its slumber...
Intermittent suspended animation...
Monsoon or desert
Depending on the sentiment of the moment...
Small moments where the passage of time
Isn't a gradual soul killing process...
Episodic compartmentalization,
Irregular, arrhythmic...
A constant drip drilling through stone
As centuries pass...
A tattoo needle pounding out a slow-motion beat...
The rumble of thunder in the distance
Before the anvil finally breaks...
Flash and burn
Not yet revealed to the retina,
Potential energy still waits to become kinetic...

Tuesday, May 2, 2023

Junk Drawer


 Someone is rifling through the junk drawer...
I know something is out of place,
I can sense it...
No way of knowing who it is,
But I feel their presence,
Little mouse footprints 
Dropping to the beat
Of a metronome...
I powder the floor
So I can see their traces,
The drag marks of their tails...
Could be something new,
Could be dated material...
Nothing is missing,
But things have been moved around...
I won't dust for prints,
I can imagine the searching hands...
Phantom touching,
A sensation running up the spine...
Delicate greed
Thumbing through the pages...
The smell of vintage books
Yellowed by the passage of time...




Colosseum

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