“We should like Nature to go no further; we should like it to be finite, like our mind; but this is to ignore the greatness and majesty of the Author of things.” —Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz, 1715 <> for my dear friends who amply supply pictures of the infinity of nature daily <>
the comfort food of your living-loving-eyeshot screenings of moments preservations of
the delicate and the roughened, the mystical and magical of our creative globe’s ad and mis ventures, oft far from the paths of human ruination trafficking
these photos
the first of the day, signaling white smoke rising or the full fledged regular milky insertion photographic into the mine daily awakening of the purpled majesty of the world when ******* pleasure of first coffees of life’s days
and how it pleases me, that there is no conceptual conceivable, that there will not be an finishing enthralling,
a last never-before-witnessed visionary submission without a never finite ending to this infinite processional!
thus no need to say with them ordinary wordy pleas of/to: “keep them coming,”
for by your read acknowledgement of this here poem, you have cosigned this contractual o b l i g a t i o n