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In derailleur gearwork
No strategy is more dangerous
Than jumping a chasm in two leaps,
Yet this keeps cropping up in
Time machines.
I've never seen one
But know it sounds like
The second movement of
Beethoven's ninth: something
Between celestial clock and
Piston-driven sculpture.
You don't hear it so much
As feel the world churn
Around it.
Frame of fire dragged
By its sound was built burning.
I have hunted around,
No matches found.

Surd

One is
A changing value:
A moment in time;
Zero over itself
Or sum of ourselves.
One from everything;
Nothing.
Divided by anything, one;
An incomplete quotient
With a remainder of
Consciousness, or
A complete definition
Eternally underway.
I should mention
Angels here, outside
Math, intuitive, discuss
Human rise and fall.
I hear them say:
They needn't see us,
They needn't see us
At all.

Graphs!

Dark clouds close rank
Over the moment and
Upon it empty
All their voltage.
A rage of light
Blinds the mind.
It lingers and
When at last the rain
Reclaims control
The brain is uneasy.
Of itself! yes the soul
Demands proof.
I am always a little
Worried about my roof.

Untitled

I find another
Looking at a maple leaf
Frozen in snow.
A hundred years apart
We share the same thought!
We jostle the same instant!
Clearly if I want
To read your mind
Reaching out is
The wrong direction.

In Order Of Appearance

Sun pinched from
A plume of
Primordial fire
Lightyears long
Roars at a planet
Evolving a bird
That names itself
With a single
Musical note.

McClures Beach

Overhanging ferns
Barely quiver.
The little stream
Meandering down
To the beach
Is composed
Of inland storms.

Report From Genesis 9

Length of a second is
186000 miles.
Does light dreamed
Upon things dreamed
Travel as far?
There are arcs imagined:
"I do set my bow
In the cloud...a covenant
Between me and
Earth."
Such is birth and rebirth,
A dream learned here
Lights an ecosphere.
Born, under flaming sky,
A reflective pool.
Bows, arcs go into circles.
A circle goes, a circle
Goes to school.