consciousness conceived as complex matrices
patterns contained within patterns.
magnetic anomaly brainwave synchronization
unrecognized vortex activity locations.
correlation amplification phenomena resonance.
measurable parameter brain wave activity
highly sensitive field fluctuations.
transducer low frequency geomagnetic pulsations
electromagnetic patterns: their associated chemical changes.
Weak intensity complex magnetic fields
generated earth hum technology affect
flux-gate sample collapsing fields
amplifier filter stages couples into analog digital converter.
experiments correlating local geophysical anomalies
earth's magnetic field changes consciousness.
single electromagnetic coupling mechanism
including spin-mediated neurons.
upsurge solar activity alters brain rhythms, hormonal levels
healing nature mystic experiences
anomalous cognition ******-physical phenomena.
internal model reality - subjective consciousness
addition computational capacity
existential status may need exotic physics
quantum entanglement and new forms of physical interaction
magnetic sensory cells induced meditative states
direct correlation shifts magnetic flux.
No active effort required.
Magnetic mineral aligned crystal chains
embedded biological membranes.
atomic sublattices of ferrimagnetic material
plausible theoretical mechanisms
mechanosensitive membrane ion gates
specific synergetic properties for transduction.
cuboctahedral morphology properties
jitterbugging vector equilibrium matrix basis tensegrity.
basic geometrical biological building blocks.
mystical red rock temples
Tracing disjunctive dislocations
Mother Earth speaks
Questions remain.

I am from
        waking up at 5 a.m.
        and making my dad pour me a glass
        of chocolate milk and put in
        the Tom & Jerry VCR tape.
I am from
        the years spent on stage
        performing, acting, dancing,
        making music from the keys and strings of instruments
        that I have since abandoned.
I am from
        the technology that shaped me,
        which I cannot live without-
        the shows and movies and games; staying up,
        the bright screen of my laptop glaring against the darkness of my room.
I am from
        crying until my eyes are red and raw,
        happy and sad and laughing tears
        from the deaths and lives and breakups and reunions
        of the characters and shows I will never forget.
I am from
        lying in my bed
        listening to the music that has healed me,
        blaring in my ears
        and against the four walls that enclose me.
I am from
        the places I’ve been-
        from La Jolla to Lancaster to Boston and Nanjing,
        to the places I wish to go-
        from Sydney to Quebec to Venice and Chicago.
I am from
        homework and studying and tests,
        and homework and studying and tests.
        Yearning for college since middle school,
         to be around people who crave knowledge, too.
I am from
        Modus Ponens and Modus Tollens and Disjunctive Syllogism,
        and memorizing fallacies and philosophy arguments at 8 a.m.,
        the course that challenged me beyond my limits,
        the course that introduced me to my favorite place in the world.
I am from
        my home away from home-
        lying on the grass of the quad,
        dancing beneath the stars
        to the Canon, the soundtrack of my youth.
I am from
        the memories I hold
        within polaroids and photos behind screens,
        within songs and books and between the lines
        of the poems that I have bled from my heart onto paper.
I am from
        my previous and continuing attempts to escape this town,
        and the meaningless interactions within the cold halls of highschool;
        trying to find the people who will become my people
        and the places I will call home.


                                                         ­                                j.z.

Running off coffee and demon spit
The main operators are disjunctive and negation
So the world was written
As a tremor runs to my fingertips
And my pupils involuntarily dilate
I laugh at the inconspicuous nature of fallacy
All the things that I have committed to eventually
Shattered to the faceless

Chaos
Forces
And their interactions
Everything we are is the description of this Fall
And Still! They all stand tall

I used to feel safe
Hiding in precarious dark alleys
Away from the orphanage

Realizing only now
Some friends leave
For better futures and families
In mysterious ways

I used to feel safe
Knowing there is food
That is thrown away
By little men with big pockets
Who just seem to get ahead

Only finding out now
I may have to work as a waitress
Or a cook at an abusive home
instead

I used to feel safe
Thinking about the ****
That gave me birth
And conception to feeling glum
Knowing they'd gone astray

Coming to the conclusion
I had no uncles
And no family friends
Back in the day

I finally feel safe
Knowing there is a place
For attractive women and intelligent men

Little do I know
Intelligence is subjective
And attraction is ******
I get ***** everyday
Never to be praised for my intelligent display

After the last cottage receded I pulled out from the green grasses
Nothing was bothering my coffee Only getting colder like my heart’s paces
The one sight pricking the back of my eyes
Was of the person waving byes
Who wasn’t a friend of mine but someone else’s

They destined me the business You bolstered me then
Said just regularly get mounted On the commissioned rails
We’ll always be your men
If only you were now to witness Me when I have ran insane
As the flanging and clanking Enough of it I've had
Is only commuting me  Into a division alien

And still looking out   Through a misty and blue shaded pane
About to lose the bout    I don’t like being alone in the journey, Ben.

Should we buy this book Ben?   Jack you should read diaries and biographies
Momentarily I was with my colleagues  Back in those cubic topographies
But Jack and Ben were just their namesakes Passengers as I crossed these depressive geographies
Only till pulling me where don’t know a four year old voiced Uncle will you please give me those toffees?

I candidly kept smiling as went back the kid
Of course kids don’t understand what I hid
They don’t see whether it’s December or May
They just see the tree in a different way

Anyway had to be at the corporation Couldn’t get offstage
Reaching the concerned documentation I saw the cover page
All true but my valid recognition It read I had chores of a big sage
It was beyond my cerebration Oh! Or my compatriots gave the proposition
And let me have the advantage!

You are letting me perform at a higher rank You set me sail to a farther bank
It seems I am not alone on this voyage You are with me as a special entourage
I was only being disjunctive
For I was looking with a different perspective
Knowing friends are with you in any of your tourney
I am certainly not alone in this journey

The world is in chaos
A disjunctive melody
But in there is music
Some sweet soulful harmony.

Listen, move closer
To the core, to the core.
Back to beginnings, see beyond
All uproar.

We are not better,
Superior, special.
We are equal to the world
That has held us.

a poem is committed to memory, as it
scales Mt. Olympus.
gradually disjunctive, abstracting enough
to become lost in the mind of Zeus--a
jealous Zeus.
as its Muse wails for what the poem forgets,
whose balance lie in the height she's composed of.
Zeus knows of this, Zeus watches this.
reciting the poem that committed itself to memory,
in the ears of its Muse, while mock-dancing her.
as the poem is guided by Poet & Muse--to
remember forgetfulness, integral to what pulls it
upward without thought.
scaling an entirety as an entirety, the poem comes to.
Zeus turns a cheek to this, the poem in memory of
the Poet manifests him--at the height of Mt. Olympus.
a lightning bolt leaves Zeus' hand, as Poet& Muse undress.