Tuesday, March 12, 2013

The Reification is Proceeding Apace

I.
One glance unglues me,
the chemical question mark,
so I, insoluble, might fit, or
the exclamation point at my core
with outward roar that knows no limit?

My breath is a body of effortless form,
my being is light as language, and within it
a glimmer of me not yet swallowed whole
so I can still see that glimmer of you

in the fields where quanta grow
as the mind's dodecahedrons
create it all
so the heart can feel
itself
(all can grow)

with the lover always further away, elusive and luring,
the chase and play, the universe empty enough for that.

II.
The constriction of time and space
is the reason we have free will.
The lights on wet streets
talk to each other
and all of us are still waiting...