
UNTO WHOM?


EQUATION
energy
is mass
and space
and time
are
money
me
I wasted my
time
studying
philosophy
writing poetry
so can tell
your what’s-the-
matter
moment is
pure
postmodern
spiritual existential
ennui of life in a
post material age
nobody
offers a phosopher
a penny for
his
a shilling for
her thoughts
or to speak
the value or meaning
of anything these
days
just nowhere
for the human
mind to expand
and all
that wasted
storage space
FABRIC
felt the fabric
both in respect of
space and
in respect of time
hard to separate them
when the threads flow
over and under each other
before our eyes and
out into the black distance
where we
see red shift
blue shift
Andromeda
so much
gravity pushing and pulling
feel so expanded beyond
the limits of
my little self
I cannot
talk at all


