B4 and after Sience

this self control
now akin to madness
ocd’d in attention
despaired in motion
pained in physicality
deliberated stupidity
planned catastrophe
thanatropic regression
things less contradictory
than no seeds in the soil
there are dualities
and multiplexed networks
and yet more still
subatomic infundibuli
miniature universes
of materialized energy
unseen miraculous
misunderstood magic
micro machines and
forces and laws
and lies and statistics
and towers of cards
tumbling dice
just waiting for a breeze
to be redistributed
in a slighly different manner
and memory of this
on each level
(or not)
as a forest or a summoning forth
a foundation of living humus
and multiplexed networks
of mycelia and roots
or paved roads
and each flower and leaf
nostalgically
passing something onward
until the branch is done
or continues in the way
it has learned
if proven useful
and while there is still
the probability
a decision

Ouroboros

no rest for the weary
no subtlety for the numb
a snake eats its’ own tail
confusion and reasoning
orbit along similar
centers of gravity
within a frame of reference
that only carries a 90 day warranty
a Greek Chorus sings
pop tunes at nearly appropriate times
(though louder than the soundtrack)
off balance, within sight of a target
something is recognized
circumventing reflection
encouraging immersion, consumption
nearly experience
vertigo virtually real
post-hypnotic passively
massively multi-player
engaged yet disconnected
a compass wavers
a GPS leads to the river
maybe get feet wet
awaiting new orders

Denial

What is the name

of that flower?

It is easier to deny things

that you do not have

a framework of knowledge

or experience

that helps enable understanding

those things

than it is to learn

or examine

what of the deluge

is drinkable?

 

Temp

Happiness, a temporary definition:
When basic survival needs can be taken for granted and there is a confident, relaxed sense that change can be easily accommodated.

In salad days, before I had heard the term “Snow Mexicans”

there were snow days and seasons somewhat related to the time of year

there seemed to be some hidden order to things, sensed below the level of awareness

conveyed and ingrained through the well measured time of public education

It came as a shock that time in the world at large was maleable, subjective yet absolute

the random impingement of events whilst being carried along

by the illusion of a continuous stream, ordered only in retrospect

Within the continuum, on closer inspection, there were gaps and leaps

Chutes and ladders, feedback loops and dead ends

there is some basic fault that separates the knowledge of generations

that perpetuates the same errors separated by epochs

the desire for what is not, and unwillingness to accept what is

or the lack of courage to create the imagined