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Published: 2010-05-15 22:54:21 +0000 UTC; Views: 59; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 1
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gaspsi fly apart
i think about
how we are motes who
grow and flesh out
bones and wired nerves
and find our shaking
screaming
soaking bodies
lifted to the bar
find ourselves propelled so far
being taught each word
one letter at a time
when we predict
are our predictions
based in a reality
projected possibility
or are our calculations
flung like seeds
in fertile mud
buried deep inside the
caverns of our psyches
and like crystals
do they teach the world around them
to construct itself
accordingly?
one day you find so
suddenly
instead of forming
sticks and curves
each symbol in a line
you have described a
complex metaphor
in dots and dashes, loops
and curlicues
so elegant it rivals
your first holy communion.
in the shallow waters of
our senses
the tiny pool we call
perception
we are the
prime movers
the crest upon the wave
but the tide is always
moving,
tugged toward the moon.
a glimpse, a glance
into the speck of dirt
that formed the pearl
will find it
soothingly allegorical
and the microscope
turned to the mote
will find its intricate origins
equally enthralling
in their own
molecular
glory.
