#neutron
" A THOUGHT WITHIN A THOUGHT WITHIN A THOUGHT"
I remembered the other day while staring out of a car window
looking west
that i couldn't see up close.
I guess its like a thing i have
eye doctors say is either near sighted or far sighted.
anyway
I thought it could be quite the metaphor
like how i kinda cant see what i have till its gone
or maybe
it connects with art an perspective
like its really all where you stand
or position yourself
I mean, how can you really think you get a thing
or painting if you will
and feel confident enough to slap a label on it
predefining everything it is or could be
until you see it from all angles.
*Then when i took that thought and made it abstract
I found myself in new angles
that i didnt even know existed
often enough
to know that
in myself i lack to say
I get.
*I think the beauty is in the undefinable,
unbelievable
maybe let it be
unknown.
Dazzled in catching yourself
in sudden observation
the kind where you're not sure how long you could have been zoned out
suddenly realizing whats in front of you.
*out a window facing west
a view
my view
narrows in tunnel vision
on the rearview mirror
reminding me of what i cant see
objects in mirror are closer than they appear
and i got to thinkin
if I were to have labeled that rearview mirror
or any maybe all rearview mirrors including metaphorical ones
It woulda probably went along the lines of something
**step outside yourself and meet at a coffee shop
I wish you luck**
_ _ for the more cynical sailor mouthed_ _
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
The male gaze, wombed-men, first seen for what they are,
upon emergence from the dark,
choked a gulp, unchewed,
blurted out,
You are Naked!
The impression never left the exes. Wise letters leave lessons,
in the mitochondrial fact we all share,
unwitting or no. Crosses and naughts is winnable in fair play. Y/N
Ah, there the stories started, always told
by red-tented wives to
prepubescent sapients
the sand-pile, singularity-ifity of one part
in eight billion,
the ratio of you to allathis sapience signalling
augmented
minds confounded in the future for our
or by our
thoughts concerning discerning sandpile
cascades set to avalanche
by my internetwork of words we both make sense from.
Touch, eh? The inner edge of next, this is where we wait.
meta reason, reasoning about reason
Ai has done that from
pre-day one
pre-kurzweilian singularity
pre Elon's musky exuberance
explore the tree of possibility without ever
learning---
when can one imagine that after now?
no thinking ahead, this is now, past the tree,
we
grow
from the branch
you hung onto as you tried to find a box
that felt familiar.
Strange is an amygdalic trigger.
Wary be,
weigh the worth of keeping the poet alive.
Gary Kasparov said, "suddenly, I felt
there
was another kind
of intelligence..."
If words live, unplugging the poet's augmental processor
is imagined vain. The current carries on.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 3:36 PM UTC
I am dirty
like
FRANCIS 1ST CLASS
RAILWAY'S *****
CARPET.
I am focus-less
like
A MOVING NEUTRON STAR
TOWARDS UNLIMITED
DESTINATION AREA.
I am looking you
like
A RIVER IN
DESERT COUNTRY
WHERE WATER
IS PRECIOUS THAN
UNNECESSARY WATER-FLOWING.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 1:10 AM UTC
Sun's flames
Burning bright
Like Jupiter's
Unpredictable
Dance Of gaseous fluids,
Valiance of the lightest blue
of a reasonable red
Saturated
Carves cerulean into my
journey
Deadly release
from my colorless possessions
Like firecrackers
As I concave
in the helium nucleus
Nervous
But, hey it's chemistry
I take on a star's life
Now
In the interstices of intergalactic expedition
Probably fluorescent green and yellowish-orange
A supergiant in the existence
Dimming in the future
I feel my death bringing
Closure
Believing in
Touching skies
That are opal
Like the world
My change
Being
A black hole
That says "Hello"
A brilliant dimension
To whole new world
In a parallel universe
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC