Absent any and all calculations,
On the glass-clear viridian seashore,
The ego wave function collapses into
Humidity and rain—
Filled to spilling at the brim with summer thunder.
Rain-
The raw taste of it,
sultry, thick velvet touch to myskin,
Echoes the fresh heat of her riflehot gaze,
and sears into eternity itself
the image
Of her cool, pale naked radiant body against me.
If you would seek me,
Find me here—
Among the eddying vastness of _
Between the weathered, marble pillars,
Amidst the silent spaces
Of the synaptic web.
Intertwined with
The razored open wound
Of the event horizon,
Scarlet in its dying rhythmic pulse.
Smooth, in the subtropic lush
Mist, spray, and salt drunk air
mingle with bloodshot sky.
I Breathe.
Gently
Gentle enough to shatter
The skulls of all the Buddhas
With the nine-pound-hammer of the instant:
Of
Wind,
Wave,
Pine,
Insect,
Foam,
Corona
Silence.
My wiring stripped clean
Of all psychotechnology.
Emptiness now hangs heavy
on the ancient blackened hook
Of ivory starlight.
Within that deepening indigo dusk
Fingerprint smudged in charcoal gloom-
This feral,
Omnicentric / six-sense animal
Dreaming-awake
Above and within Chronos' labyrinth.
Recollects effortlessly the
Seven billion years lived
On the delicate edge of a moth’s wing,
That I might better savor the weight, and crush of moonlight.
Eons in their trillions spent
As the color green,
Meditating through blotted out eons
On each exquisite shade of decay.
So simply remembered,
Are the lifetimes,
& cycles of lifetimes spent
As softness—
Now a lone petal breaks free of the bloom,
Falling,
Swimming,
Diving,
Dancing,
In ecstasy,
Arcing In flawless helix -
Absent any and all calculation.