A Quarantine Love Poem
Waiting
The only laws of matter are those which our minds must fabricate, and the only laws of mind are fabricated for it by matter - James Clerk Maxwell
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vibrate yourself out of phase the frequency of your color
the frequency of your aroma
true as sensation truth’s location is your path in your projection the attitude of your mind with your projected heart
don’t worry how long your familiar tiptoes around the outside
a visiting unlit constellation
let this test our reason we improvise a measurement of evidence
really it’s just a measure of faith
you and i vary rhythmically in brightness
in our color and in our anti-color and you’re so gorgeous
my physic is an attempt to engage with the unseen
like trying to trace one’s own shadow one solution to my fabricated quandary
i’m blissing in waves of probability i look at your perfect imagined mind
where symmetries give rise
you know better than i
the god particle in my boson demands
liberty; temporal asymmetry
sitting on my hands breathing dust become something
build something up
sky’s not falling and we’re not falling through the sky build it to rise through though it’s easier to break than to build a language of a new view
or is one a means to the other
there will forever be true things beyond reach
though vaults lie at your fingertips scanning the sky for an authenticity
i’m suspended on another plane imagining standing under your tree standing under my tree imagining you on a plane
floating here cosmic jelly fish imagining itself a spider
flipping the ego out of hand
wow these photons really do the trick
exploding over thirty light years
industry of stellar wind
a million miles an hour
nebula IC 1805 the heart in deep light
what i do know about the heart: each cell adjusts to syncopate with another
this is what we’ve been afraid of? the fever of matter packets of complexity like the smell of the beloved
these seismic things keep happening all over
we lay down hazy paths to connect them
there’s more to do while waiting our state is what we’re doing when waiting
keep tearing through the surface of your old world
what can you materialize when i say you i may mean me and otherwise
bridge our suspension
or have we already
with all our fluid history
add tissue of the shoreline
articulate this new world
break open its language
name our quark cornerstones appropriate words like “truth” and “beauty”
superimpose them onto crumbling foundations
being is what we do when waiting
let us the naïve play
the frequency of your color
the frequency of your aroma
true as sensation
vibrate in and out of phase
truth is your location in your course
the dynamic of your mind with your projected heart
our natural world is continually created
by love and strife
release our sorrow
clean page or letter
drawn lightly over your skin
the light you project
floats through leaves
lets me see you
made of a little earth and air you’re bound by light and heat
becoming is what you do while breathing love this
released
bound again
breathe
tremor
silence
a new beginning comes ‘round to live on air and love
copyright 2007
Note and fun bonus poem:
Empedokles, pre-Socratic philosopher, democratic politician, orator, and mythologized miracle- worker, poetically wrote how the four “roots” or elements, air, earth, fire, water are continually brought together and separated by Love and Strife. Love is the attraction of different forms of matter, and Strife is the severance of them. The two explain eternal variation and harmony of everything in the natural world, both seen and unseen. In his work, On Nature, written in hexameter verse, he wrote,
“Behold the sun, warm and bright on all sides, and whatever is immortal and is bathed in its bright ray, and behold the rain-cloud, dark and cold on all sides; from the earth there proceed the foundations of things and solid bodies. In Strife all things are, endued with form and separate from each other, but they come together in Love and are desired by each other. For from these (elements) come all things that are or have been or shall be; from these there grew up trees and men and women, wild beasts and birds and water-nourished fishes, and the very gods, long-lived, highest in honour.
And as when painters are preparing elaborate votive offerings-men well taught by wisdom in their art - they take many-coloured pigments to work with, and blend together harmoniously more of one and less of another till they produce likenesses of all things; so let not error overcome thy mind to make thee think there is any other source of mortal things that have likewise come into distinct existence in unspeakable numbers; but know these (elements), for thou didst hear from a god the account of them.
There is one vision coming from both (eyes). (The heart) lies in seas of blood which darts in opposite directions, and there most of all intelligence centres for men; for blood about the heart is intelligence in the case of men. For men's wisdom increases with reference to what lies before them. In so far as they change and become different, to this extent other sorts of things are ever present for them to think about. For it is by earth that we see earth, and by water water, and by air glorious air; so, too, by fire we see destroying fire, and love by love, and strife by baneful strife. For out of these (elements) all things are fitted together and their form is fixed, and by these men think and feel both pleasure and pain.”
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