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IN TRUTH

IN TRUTH

in truth
we must
despite all its
articulations
obfuscations

poetry is
a species of denial

exposing and hiding from
what we
         know
      but refuse to see

many times have I confessed
to
   and debated this
consulting my Muse
best at
    providing unique
analysis

as to why these words
never say
   what I wish
they would say
reveal what
      I pray they might
reveal

just play that game
of signs
       that is ultimately, me

WICKED WAY

WICKED WAY
“Here we are now
entertain us.”
           Nirvana

a meteorite hits
but its the gods
who are angry

or
doing their
housekeeping
sweeping away
loose stones

an asteroid
does damage
but that’s just
the way
of the Universe
blind chance
completely random

a comet is
on its way
we are

totally
  the target

its just
a quantum tease

wave front possibilities
opting for
          neat solution
to our conundrum

sub-atomic, these devils
set to have their wicked way

MIRRORED

MIRRORED

yes, Morpheus
we are puzzled

we walk down
a straight road but

it is actually
a labyrith

the sponge that
doubles as a computer

is soaked in quantum juices
rife with
     such tunneling

as you
could not possibly believe

were it not
           as you
                       guessed before
we got
     here

swallowing your tail

were it not
         quite obviously

for the tunneling itself

CLOUDLESS

CLOUDLESS

a cloudless sky
stopped my scarlet red
Citroen
  to open the farm gate

cannot pretend to
understand the physics of
colour or
   indeed, the physics
of sky
you lost me as soon
as you spoke of wave-lengths
and light diffusion

but here we are (or at least, here
I am, your presence with me
somewhere
  between metaphor and
simple rhetorical gesture)

here we are
as if shielded from
the Universe (which is
the case exactly) virtue of
us being
    (no clouds
to distract me) right
at the epicentre of
a surrounding sphere, looking
out from
inside the skin, the translucent
skin
   of a beautiful blue ball

expanded to a size, a height,
that just works for us perfectly

reminding me
        as this time of ultra
advanced return
of feudalism
              of the music
of the spheres

with all that economy
with all that cosmology

nothing in a million years here close to
      that darkest conclusion

that things beyond this
blue bubble

moving away from us so fast
they are
beyond
all
   Doppler red-
shift
     beyond very
                  speed of light

and
so

back down
       to Earth as always
for
sheer preservation
of sanity, not

        let all this here
overwhelm me

wanting
those clouds back

wanting not to imagine myself
inside the skin
of anything

wanting
to just go
       where it is all heading
commit
to that glow

   light speed beyond
but (blessing of
relatvity) with it

one
    feels

                just
floating

moving in one’s mind
from
      incarnation to
incarnation

no desire
     to be laboured by

understand
the physics at all