
Packets of waves
Traveling, through time
Exchanges, information
Through a temporal –
Sublime.


October 6th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Packets of waves
Traveling, through time
Exchanges, information
Through a temporal –
Sublime.
September 14th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Pause, just a moment
For that junction, of true
Knowing, what you see
Is that moment, for you
Take, a shallow breath
And closely listen, to me
As my words, are the question
That tells me, what you see
Hark, my cold words
Within the symbols, I write
Where that sliver, of a mind
Becomes the shadow, of light
The concepts, that I see
And the visions, I show
Are still, not quite here
And neither real, nor unknown.
September 7th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Because we could not stop to die
Death did not stop for me;
The stars hold true a measured cloak
Of pure passivity.
We slowly wake, and see a truth
That makes a stark reveal;
That time and prescience cannot hide
Our raw, mortality.
September 1st, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
The force of true nature
Compounded, by strange
Compels, a dark notional
Consciousness, range.
The force of dark motion
Within, a non change
Distills, a guiding energy
A measured physical, exchange.
June 30th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Sequenced, continued spectrals
Evolves, a convective white hue
Degenerating its carbon
Core matter,
To reflect –
Its type magnitude
View.
June 9th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
The particle of N
With the energy of D
Multiplies, its probability
Within a vacuum
Of E.
May 19th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Differing orders
Of multiplicity scales
Leads to systematic shifts
Within a transverse –
Of trails.
March 2nd, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Supersymmetric,
Standards
Slightly, askew
Signal, a sparticle
That’s stranger –
Than true.
February 2nd, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
Intriguing, silhouettes
Of shadow, pirouettes
Reposes,
Cold themes
By exposing,
Feared dreams
Through the darkness
Of its silent
Extremes.
January 26th, 2019 § 0 comments § permalink
The frame of ghostly light within
Glowing, dark and cold
Sights its lonely, now begin,
Re-balanced, through its fold:
Our found, unnerved, deserted space
From sunken graves reborn
Sounds it’s brazen, silent chase
Through resplendent, scowls of scorn:
Of onward, slight, in downward cross
Unleashed, to fling its fight
Dons it’s shadow, echo loss
To a once, remembered light.
Hat Tip: “The House of Ghosts” – Margaret Widdemer