Like Schrödinger's cat,
we are all, at times,
and not ourselves,
and the unknown,
and some might feel
–for whatever reason–
(not unlike a ghost
would feel like
in the spirit world)
It's an unshakeable sense
–on a sub-atomic level–
thinly veiled and contained
by our bodies,
the only part of us
that can be observed
from the external,
by those beyond the fringe
of our psyches
~Our inner oceans,
with their entangled waves,
or in turmoil,
only look like ponds
to those who can't see
past the surface
Even in a realm
drunk on infinite
and parallel realities
–ruled by relativity–
the only constant,
the only thing
that brings us
But do not despair.
"Be the particle,
ride the tide;
the One Electron
yourself, for you
are the Universe"
It would be
my only advice
for those seeking
this inherently human
state of matter
My name is Kepec
I see the mountains and the trees
as a Holy Place created by the Great Father
put here for me to live in and enjoy
Ever since I was a young boy I have felt
as one with the land and sky and rivers
but I see people as dreams
They listen and do whatever I say
they know I would never lie to them
Why should I lie to a dream?
I tell them when to plant seeds
when the rains will come
where to find fruits
and when to pick them
and when to sacrifice
a hundred slaves
I see dreams killing dreams
They clean and cook the bodies
and they eat
I eat only the fruits and grains
What use would it be
to eat a dram?
i. no absolute rest
never did stop
but I add...
ii. no absolute motion
"even time itself
yours and mine
we could still
work things out.
than lightly (3.0 x 10^8 m/s)
our foreheads wear
the cracks of our heart.
you lost your zeal,
I lost my saviour,
we lost each other,
E = mc^2.
v. our end
and lopsided bed-hair,
and chugging caramel lattes,
with precisely two tablespoons
of raw sugar--
forget among the clamour,
the shadow of your figure--
you are an
under the facade
of a supernova.
(your mass = 2.5(+) x greater than the sun)
the romanticisation of such a theory, though, was not an original idea. I recently watched (and absolutely fell in love with) Steins;Gate, the science-fiction anime.
This moment is final
They tell us
This is the end
Coming up against a new beginning
But how do we make sense of time
How can time
Be framed in bookends
One hour marked apart from another
One day pulled apart from the next
We try to take things apart
Doesn't end our education
Stories live outside of their pages
Stretch beyond their words
Live even outside of their bodies
Their ashes swept up by the wind and water and mountains
Their genes alive in their children
Are too big
I think our ancestors had it right
When we began to wear time on our wrists
Not in a Line, or Square, or Single Dot
But in a Circle
to the one that knows or examines his existence,
explain the relativity of time and distance
from the instance of creation,
the expansion of self
to the bold bearing of a life lived well
then picture the presence of a proclaimed faith
through the face of a Galilean reference frame
but refrain from the mention of preconceived notions
which pertain to gnomon-wise motion.
© Matthew Harlovic
on the river,
Let it be known~
Beyond the mere musings of tool bearing monkeys
Lies an ineffable essence which deflects archaic labeling.
This is the direct experience of non-discriminatory equalization
Of conceived notions.
All which may be considered good and true
Vaporizes in the blinding eye of this clarity.
Language is the battleground of ignorance and illiteracy
Of what begs not be named~
We're all together,
yet still far apart.
With no end in sight,
we've come a long way from the start.
Tugging on the tenuous strings of our heart
just to find out which are strongest.
I'm fond of every bond we've made.
Hearts are such fragile things;
how easily they break.
Please keep my pieces somewhere safe,
and I'll keep yours held tightly in hand.
I don't care how much they might bleed,
because you'll always understand.
Everything I could ever want and need.
Everything, all the time.
Everything at the speed of light.
I'll keep the pieces close to my heart.
I love you infinitely more now than I did from the start.
With no end in sight;
we're all together tonight.
Regardless of where life may take us,
we'll always be stars.
Reflecting each others' light -
no matter how far.
I extolled them as they went about their
Menial tasks in suits of silk;
Sunday bests amidst the concrete, the earth,
The broken shards of
Bamboo splintered skin, hiding interiors
And further, the broken mirrors of
The broken memories of the
Broken histories upon the
Broken backs become names wrought ancient.
Though further from fractured, a family calls,
Beholden to the absolute intent, but one wish –
Eternity amongst the bountiful brethren left behind
Atop tea-brimmed Mountains and a
One malevolent, revered benevolent,
One more saga prerequisite this newer dynasty red –
Wives huddled plowshares,
The daughter scribbled arithmetic
And sons assumed thrones to legacy.
I scrutinize soiled – smoke amid pear peelings,
The dirtied – unscathed and archaic,
So very fatigued – just one more nail,
For his eternity, with scratch and
Sliver of blood, a sanctity upon chin
Beyond cradled hammer,
Hand hugging thumb,
Thumb beyond nail, iron or the
Heart impaled homesick;
But I and hand asserting tie, freshly pressed,
Almost gleaming with an embezzled prestige –
Born unto Arcadia, a puzzle near complete
Continued to run, with only second’s pause to admire,
So very far from the fields of, “father,” or first blink,
While Sunday’s best weep, work and wither.
This man with joint autographed, “end,” and
Soon to be mound, history wrought dust,
A chipped Henan ceramic
And hours in attempt to breach;
Behold the back of Chen.
The title of this piece was inspired by observing constructions workers wearing suits we'd typically wear for an interview. That being said, my venture in China is near an end - years in the making. What's next? Ecuador? Japan? Morocco? Montana? Either way, I could never thank China enough for all that'd become naked before I and my pilgrimage christened, "world."