Poem: Somatic Mystery

I asked

crimson permission

for himself,

that part of me I

didn’t know

how to be.

What myths

severed the maestro


mastering our cohesion?


Poem #73, written 9.6.2014


Poem: Integral Methods of Rotation

In the part that is silvered you see the full reflected

Pattern, distorted by incoherent acceleration.

Closely observe the

Wooden dock that runs away from you towards

A little gadget, peculiar in shape. A window

Of dark grey intensifies the yellow of the aluminum

But the first surface mirror may be strange.

Infrared-sensitive library cards glisten

With luminescent chemicals —

Their outside brilliance will smother the weaker

Crystals projecting a tiny dot of light 100 feet away.

One image is tinted pink, the other green, both

Animating opalescent fins, swimming in the ether.




Poem #68, written 7.4.2014