Lines, begin, end
Area, center, outside
Colors, light, hue
A theorem of Euclid
Subject, space, time
a, b @2
Equal c square
Geometry angles
For three
A love Triangle
Of nerds.
Lines, begin, end
Area, center, outside
Colors, light, hue
A theorem of Euclid
Subject, space, time
a, b @2
Equal c square
Geometry angles
For three
A love Triangle
Of nerds.
Above me sits my story
Carved expertly with a chisel
And driven hard upon a marble stone
Matter be left with nothing but prone
While the ground keeps me from quarry
Above me falls the rain
Seeking my soul’s lorry
To heaven’s gate blessing
Carrying all my sins redressing
Away from the cold naked pain
Above me grows the life
That I ran from just the same
Rain, rain wash away the tears
That brought me all my fears
They were never real shame
Above me is a sun sky
That will forever hold my view
For now, the night has lost its hold
And I will never need feel its toll
Upon a mind’s troubled kind of blue.
As time and age
collects their toll
marking each stop with a scar
it seems especially true
we arrive with nothing
and we will leave with even less -
But oh my, how wonderful the time
And the ride we swooned in between!
Three;
– Four;
and ...
Black and white keys step –
fingers rising and falling
Long taunt strings vibrate –
hands sliding and holding
Ears eagerly listening –
wanting an encore
Eyes intently watching –
imagining a classical score
Bach minuet in Cee
Young girl dancing in glee.
Musical touch in concinnity –
And the Art is divinity.
The idea and acceptance of impermanence
requires that all things deemed as
present,
hold a finite and static position-
that is in some way measurable
or observable
as points in time...
Thus, if time is infinitely younger
and too, infinitely older -
then time is a permanent infinite
dimension.
Where each relative touch
of it is impermanent
on the RMD line:
There, standing, were relatives
And too, knowns sitting around unassigned.
Waiting for casts of dispersions
But then, so many equated into average
That Doctor of Sum inquired,
“What you mean
That unknowns are more apparent
once light and dark become transparent;
or once the negative and positive fuse?”
Only universal truths and untruths
total all differences
and there is no binary line
scheduled
however, the next stop
while, appearing a lesser breadth,
the relative mean difference
is a perpetual zero of eternal depth.
Punch my ticket doctor
I get off at the next diaspora.
When art grows wings
it becomes the air
that brings on an affair
where the mind sings
desiring forms of dare
that lay upon a canvass bare
to form purple iris carpels in fields
where Persephone's passion reels.
If one seeks to find a way out
simply to leave aside one’s carry
and go somewhere where nary
a demand
nor command
can stifle the spirit to tarry
even for one moment’s wary
then one must step about
and find within or without doubt
to take command
with a clear demand
to stand in center’s out.