#interests - Hello Poetry

Transmission of light guides, for physics ... “Transparent materials allow light to pass through, so you can see clearly through them. Translucent materials allow some light to pass through, but scatter it, so you can't see clearly on the other side. Opaque materials do not allow light to pass through at all; they block it completely. “ ~~~~~~ It is 10:41pm, Translucent this word, fluidly formidable, willing and able to be modifiable, adjective, adverb, noun and verb without asking, certainly uninvited, but alone, left to my devices, this word, incites, invades, taking possession of my thunderous internals, racing and racking and moving about in great swirling motions, like the next northbound hurricane, refusing my entreaties for a reprieve of desperate needed sleep this word, speaks to me tonight, informing that you will be deposing, your mind searched and-researched. *[it will not be necessary, it states, for him to write in the modes of his betters, with their exquisitely spiritualized words combinations, to which he swears, pledges, utter total admiration]* That beyond my ken, my immaterial wealth, for you know you own capabilities, and though your light of self-knowing is the light you follow, it too, naturally translucent, behaving like a guardian of the mysterious of your body so to the matter at heart, the hand on chest, eavesdropping the light of transparency, the light rejected by opaqueness, neither even or nor a perfect clarity, absolute invisibility has no interest to me, but the light filtered, scattered, information carrying, needing re~fining, is the quiet revolution swooning all senses we experience and these filters, all modifiers, reveal, sieve & **** barrier hide, undress, and dress, re-addressing, playing on the nuances of life, this interests me for they manipulate me, but I, manipulate their tempo, refract ‘em, make them change direction, when light enters at an angle, looking for a free release, a new path, probing the guardrails, bouncing from prism to prison to prism mining the mind, looking for oxygenated veins carrying infectious contradictions, seeking solutions, understanding the noise pollutions, diverting past them **{here he surrenders to a nightly brain washing, recollecting to recommencing at 4:23am}** he believes, with perfect faith, these bands of light within, bring him to his creative knees, forming dissolving imagery, that he desperately wishes to hold onto, but light translucently is a slippery slithery thing, always running from his grasp, leaving him racing behind in a follow~on path, always one turn behind, never once has he been quite fully fleet and agile, accelerating from 0 to 75 mph, in a handful of seconds, firsts, unable to hold it firmly, not once in his life, a follower he, perpetually 39 steps behind, coming to a complete stop, upon realizing that its your words, not his that inspires his core to keep on trying, flying, falling, flailing and failing, he is never fully overcome, a schoolchild, dusting off his knees, learning by the piercing testimonies of yours and all the great predecessors ones, who too, understood the multilingual mellifluousness of the inability to be satisfied, this then the best description of this twisting, never fully retrievable mix of translucent winds of light that are forever excavating him from the inside out, and thanks to all his poetic forbearers, from the outside in this the longest light of a satisfying closure of an if a genuine thanking~~giving note unto him well received, and now regifted as a translucent twin-beams of light, from his head emanating, now on their way to you, for useful, thoughtful inspection and moving to you for acceptance, re-dressing, and your understanding, that there in no "immovable object" that can resist the "unstoppable force” of our translucency light from forever ceasing its bouncing transference passage to a new destination, and on and on and forth

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Nov 4, 2025

Nov 4, 2025 at 8:35 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Only Translucent Interests Me...

Transmission of light guides, for physics ... “Transparent materials allow light to pass through, so you can see clearly through them. Translucent materials allow some light to pass through, but scatter it, so you can't see clearly on the other side. Opaque materials do not allow light to pass through at all; they block it completely. “ ~~~~~~ It is 10:41pm, Translucent this word, fluidly formidable, willing and able to be modifiable, adjective, adverb, noun and verb without asking, certainly uninvited, but alone, left to my devices, this word, incites, invades, taking possession of my thunderous internals, racing and racking and moving about in great swirling motions, like the next northbound hurricane, refusing my entreaties for a reprieve of desperate needed sleep this word, speaks to me tonight, informing that you will be deposing, your mind searched and-researched. *[it will not be necessary, it states, for him to write in the modes of his betters, with their exquisitely spiritualized words combinations, to which he swears, pledges, utter total admiration]* That beyond my ken, my immaterial wealth, for you know you own capabilities, and though your light of self-knowing is the light you follow, it too, naturally translucent, behaving like a guardian of the mysterious of your body so to the matter at heart, the hand on chest, eavesdropping the light of transparency, the light rejected by opaqueness, neither even or nor a perfect clarity, absolute invisibility has no interest to me, but the light filtered, scattered, information carrying, needing re~fining, is the quiet revolution swooning all senses we experience and these filters, all modifiers, reveal, sieve & **** barrier hide, undress, and dress, re-addressing, playing on the nuances of life, this interests me for they manipulate me, but I, manipulate their tempo, refract ‘em, make them change direction, when light enters at an angle, looking for a free release, a new path, probing the guardrails, bouncing from prism to prison to prism mining the mind, looking for oxygenated veins carrying infectious contradictions, seeking solutions, understanding the noise pollutions, diverting past them **{here he surrenders to a nightly brain washing, recollecting to recommencing at 4:23am}** he believes, with perfect faith, these bands of light within, bring him to his creative knees, forming dissolving imagery, that he desperately wishes to hold onto, but light translucently is a slippery slithery thing, always running from his grasp, leaving him racing behind in a follow~on path, always one turn behind, never once has he been quite fully fleet and agile, accelerating from 0 to 75 mph, in a handful of seconds, firsts, unable to hold it firmly, not once in his life, a follower he, perpetually 39 steps behind, coming to a complete stop, upon realizing that its your words, not his that inspires his core to keep on trying, flying, falling, flailing and failing, he is never fully overcome, a schoolchild, dusting off his knees, learning by the piercing testimonies of yours and all the great predecessors ones, who too, understood the multilingual mellifluousness of the inability to be satisfied, this then the best description of this twisting, never fully retrievable mix of translucent winds of light that are forever excavating him from the inside out, and thanks to all his poetic forbearers, from the outside in this the longest light of a satisfying closure of an if a genuine thanking~~giving note unto him well received, and now regifted as a translucent twin-beams of light, from his head emanating, now on their way to you, for useful, thoughtful inspection and moving to you for acceptance, re-dressing, and your understanding, that there in no "immovable object" that can resist the "unstoppable force” of our translucency light from forever ceasing its bouncing transference passage to a new destination, and on and on and forth