vircapio gale

vircapio gale Feb 2013

"yes"

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vircapio gale Feb 2013

oh, sweet discovery--
an affirmation, iterate anew--

frissoning along the spinal ungulate
of waxing waning curve of time i spin

within that spiral, scapular
for sternum bloom in thinning breath
to thick, spread elongate
digitally ground
and see the phasing moons
as one, what, separated is in union once again
as what, in being one, unites united difference all again, again
--again repeated-- in my cells that newness thread
laddered spiecieswide, and more
alighted language coding
holograms in boon of sun--
golden futures past--

univocally found
by none, by all and only some,
and even only one

vircapio gale Feb 2013

haiku fallen

the first apple's form
toward sweetness fallen quickly--
evolution's path

vircapio gale Feb 2013

trust?

i hope, i try to hope
--to believe--
believe me, i try
to trust in trust i think i feel, or think or know
there isn't any code that satisfies
though maybe there's an uber-uber-ultra-meta code beyond what even codes can mean?
meh.
i enjoy the hypothetical,
Paris in a bottle, fairness for all sentient beings, faith in nothing comprehensible,
an English teapot circles Jove from afar
or all that's uncontrollable, for some all-purpose good to decorate the brackish, ocean truth.
and uncertain science is another case,
mistrusting all, testing daring thoughts with razor sight,
to sharpen speech and challenge all
to flex the truth into a fitness ground on which to stand, objective stern
and method doubt to peer and scan the detail bare, denude minutiae
into ever smaller parts, expanse of raw and empty space attuned,
to vibrant nothingness rebound
muons, gluons, tauons, quarks and bosons --Higgs the boon for popular appeal,
to bridge or monumentalize the science-mystic gap
appall the ghosts that Galileo keeps for company
i enjoy the fantasy,
dragons in a flask, perfect love for all, dancing in the dark in joy regardless of the shutter thicken dust

vircapio gale Feb 2013

dreamgraveforestbirthhomesong

when that hopefully ecofriendly R.I.P becomes my final home
whether bios urn
or spirit seed
or any trendy tree from corpse to copse,
from dust to leaves
or better than
a crematorial commode --for fresher air and fuel for brighter flames
transplanted into other selves
redressed in mushroom spore-suit
seeded with the genes of generations hence and past,
piercing veils to fruit above again,
a mycophile to the last--
i will have lived with growth in mind,
that firm amorphous
ground opining green
to kindly live and die in kind
foment another view,
encompass monumental evanesce
supernal tablets branching neo-dolmen ethernexusnets beyond the r00ts
barking technoshaman psychic rings about a fiberoptic rosey,
perhaps a sappier refrain for finer silica domains
to sing along and echo Dryads doting long ago,
in threaded tones the make-remaking fold
of earthenborn rekindled kin of stars
decided to invent to cater otherworldly themes

vircapio gale Feb 2013

senryū haiku

"river willow"
well versed in play
cuts roots to same water

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"senryū" translates from japanese as "river willow."
"kiru"(cutting) or the "kireji"(cutting word) is considered essential to traditional haiku.
therefore i picture an ancient conspiracy of asian lumberjacks.

the same formal elements of syllable constraint, short-long-short, and juxtaposition have defined both senryu and haiku... so their difference is in the content: broadly, traditionally: natural vs. human.

but the literal translation of senryu conjures a tree by a river...
do willow's rarely grow by rivers in Japan? was that considered funny or odd at some point?
yet even if anomalous, wouldn't that just mean: there are diverse exceptions to patterns in nature?

aren't humans and all their inconsistencies still encompassed by 'nature'?
isn't what is considered 'outside nature' also encompassed in a more universal sense of the term 'nature'?
nature! nature! nature! and **** i'm a 'wild' human; can i escape my own humanity?
wait, is there a side to choose from? anymore? by necessity? such definitions seem like embryonic ideologies

haiku traditional senryū

traditional tradition,
tradition
of seasonal flouting--

whipped by the river, we laugh
willow switches turn to crowns

vircapio gale Feb 2013

underwater love

swimming under lightning,
lighting our submergence flash allure:
smooth bodies, bright to glimpse and shadow-grin intent
collide and mingle folds of pleasure, firmly
bent to tangle, clasp and spurn the world above,
rely on one another's breath, stored for loving
long in bubbles gasping sweet melodics free
as with imagined merfolk passion-songs of lore, prescient
lapping dance of tidal fruits you loved before they came,
moonray columns stage us in our seashift wombs--again--
within a womb--like instant chrysalises blinking luminescent bursts
i am interred within the waves you ripple into me, blind
carnal pressures built from ancient shores become the sea again
the magnitude entrances on its own, that acrophobic thrill
celestial in our interthreaded eyes, open
to a color deeply in the dark of octopodal ink
a curtain phosphorescent armpit pulse,
caressing thumb and lip, billows, sways the dance anew,
to sonar drumbeat, pulmonary height
the spinal scream a surface ripple for the sky,
symphonic deep to barely whisper into air