SOMETHING

SOMETHING

Something in the air
so strong it is I can
almost taste it

not just breathing it in
seems
to be getting to me
filtering into everything

the fusty, unread books
in my library
the arcane worlds
to which they once
gave access, were
portals
(perhaps still are)
are fundamentally disturbed
if not
rewritten

some tumble from.their shelves
one even brazen enough

to hail me, speaking as
it slo-mo summersaults down

landing open
on its spine observing
the world through a single
eye at the heart
of the page

beautiful and
yet so grotesque

bringing everything into
its field
of vision reducing

to its
big bang moment
point of view something

in the air
longed for
dreaded

outside the world, the Universe
waiting to be told
what to do

always something
rather than nothing

something and nothing something
and nothing

out of the minus of number comes
your everything.

LINGER

LINGER

unspeakably glad
you have
taken time

to read this poem
stepped outside the habitus
of your time zone
embraced relativity
treated each
word as special

allowed
your mind to linger
dally with the craziness
of each idea

such time to spare
such acumen, breadth
and depth

all of
which

a function of our modern
exponential economic
and social development transforming our

time space
space time
mindset

rendering our
reality much
more malleable, elastic,
receptive

which
you so most
beautifully exemplify if

you
have made it so far