"numeralized" poems
I am suffering.
ardor diminished
look out the window
see the same glass, half-empty
eyes wander along rolling landscapes
seeking out rapidly recovering raw plates of land
rather enjoying
indulging the habit
seeing with memory
the neural network patterns
of pre-enlightenment
what the eyes see, what the ears hear, what the skin feels
patterns and relationships
isolated phenomena
numeralized
graphed diachronic
It’s a skill so deeply satisfying
the eye is drawn to these raw scars
human activities
natural processes
fluid transfer
yet core patterns don’t change much
from year to year
soil washes off slopes
into the river of hundreds if not thousands of years; rebuilding
taking generations
these patterns
satisfying and useful
cognizant
knowledge tempers hands tendency
to want to fix
read, and
tamper with
—everything in sight.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC