Tuesday, April 28, 2009

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.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

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.

Friday, April 10, 2009

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.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

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.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

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.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Nightmare

One wakes differently
From this than other things,
Panic echoes split
Into wheels rumbling
Under leather wings,
Where our carriage cleared
The bailey arch
To courtyard, then gray
Gothic chamber with
Groined roof
Full of forces seeking
Proof of innocence, worth,
Fault, furies race from stone
To bone, cranial vault,
Castle, head.
The head lifts in haunted
Troubles from its bed--
A dream or some edition
of self escaped?
Dispersed or still playing
Out in Hell?
We wake, consult a clock
And do not know.
Just as well.