Broken Things

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All the little broken things
that hover between you and now
Sparrow and spent monarch’s pennon
fallen leaf and falling rain
Passed by for a glimpse of horizon
unnoticed in plain sight
yet sticking with a rough burr
clung to the edge of spirit’s body
Fast in silence
Taken as passenger, then as part
as weighty prop, as scenery, as scene
Seed of a new world
as significant as dust

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the heart bleats like a lamb
calling future
the conscience of prey
knowing that each moment
is borrowed from the next
creating a vacuum
that is mistaken for motion
in one direction
while veritably
matters are coming apart
and falling together
at the same time
and predator is puppet
to the very same
pulled along mirrored lines
of presence and absence
and mover is moved
in stillness to stasis
without hunger
devoured

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?