Universes
One
As if a statue
In the sandy arena of time,
I stood and stood and listened
The sun-drenched wind pulsate
On my skin, some light years away.
Whispers in the spiral of my ears,
Recurrent echo:
“Son of marble,
can you sing and be immersed
into
the syntax of her eyes,
the silent warble
that is love uni-versed?
Or do you need to analyze?”
There are moments I witness
in the mirror a transient
supernova.
A few months and many manuscripts later
I may collapse under my own weight.
Or perhaps I’ll find a self
Giving birth to another dancing star
Or a stillborn one;
It’s all a gamble, I know.
Page after page for the dying of the light.
I entered
My own event
horizon
electing marble
over-
and gasped in
brief, electric agony:
‘ὤλετο,
ὤλετο μοι νόστος’ ”
But I will not go gentle into that good fight.
Two
A leaf, the dripping on its midrib,
lightwaves in its veins
and deaths sowed into each plausible future.
Galaxy’s a spaceflower forming
fluorescent Edens, data
engraved in its genetic code.
Then spoke in wonder
DA
Data: what are we given?
Consider this receding image
something other than the sum
of it particles [Koffka, 1935];
Need not be more, Aristotle…
There’s but the struggle
for universatility.
Perche … giammai
….
… can only
hope … can only cope if not.
We’re too deep to flee this interstellar exile.
Three
to doG,
Well aren’t you a kick in time’s spine,
you little dog, you…
Shall I compare thee –
Fuck it. ‘Tis all too late for poetics;
who’s to reflect in such a goddamned stillness?
Go-go, you said, find him, find him, he’s
round the corner, sitting on a rock or
round his neck a rope. HA! Remember,
could you, that day of distorted mirrors.
What I interpret as two men waiting
in fact is, probably is, is it?
Cannot be me, do I just yield?
I’ve searched and searched and found none,
not Vladimir nor Estragon.
,Godot
Four
There was
a man at double speed,
who used
velocity to veil a need;
when the
need began to grow,
‘twas
like a past without a glow;
when the
past began to entangle,
‘twas
like he couldn’t get an angle;
when the
angle did at last appear
‘twas
like a whirr inside his ear;
when the
whirr began to seize,
‘twas
like a wood of seizing trees;
when the
trees began to roar,
‘twas
like a crow in his core;
when my
core began to crack,
‘twas
like my name on a plaque.
when the
plaque began to faint,
‘twas
like some poet and a saint;
when those two began to read
‘twas breath and breath and birth indeed.
Five
Some slow shift on stone-
A sheen defrosting the snow,
nourishing absence
I’m a german pond,
where toads tongue the passing flies;
a sign warning: TOD!
Oleanders and
eucalypts bloom all over-
Hiroshima burns.
Universes, Ezra Hawking
Everything in vain without an end
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήfearless of its everlasting rain tho, do remember
How beating hearts, gorgeously, burning like stars
shine to defuse warmth anyway
A war lost from the beginning
with a deadline that cannot ever seem to reach me
But in perceiving our fall as art
you might understand it was never just a spectacle.
Take care
Sincerely yours,
well... :p
p.s.I: I'm glad you got to feel so deeply. Tbh, sorry of how I knew, all along, you'd only reach new heights only by getting shockingly hurt.
p.s.II:Aware the above is shit but l just saw it and reacted impulsively
p.s.III: gg! gj! Hard carried!