Intractable, unreadable, intellectual, hogwash

4/18/2024

SHAPES ALONG THE WALK

I say, tell me of the sky
Con/Jur/d, 4/17/2024

“I say,
tell me of the sky,” she said

“We can’t, we worked our way
up here long ago, taking all that 

Heaven is up

hogwash, quite literally, my dear sainted mother
called me a Peter Pan, when it was fashionable
to put cement overshoes on Icarus’s rather ratty, leather
slippers, the ones covered with the oil stains, 
Minotaur scat and lead paint
which would have killed him if the fall hadn’t, 
which just goes to show, 
where were we?

See, it hasn’t gotten better, we passed the sonic 

BOOM

stage, 30 or more years ago, and it's been free-fall
ever since, this endless tumbling

this mocking of the Gravity Well
the subtext is if you want to achieve 
escape velocity
break free of light’s 
speed limit

(And by the way, we’ve looked and looked and have yet to see
an enforcement officer of any size, shape or species, hiding
behind clouds or stars) go with the flow, and whatever you do

DON’T grow up
grow down instead.

Intractable, unreadable, intellectual, hogwash
Con/Jur/d 4/18/2024

“Can you tell me what’s going on?” she asked
mouth agape, unable to lift our head
on a cloudless night, lights and dark shadows
moving behind and against the implicit weather
an inexplicable violation of the expected order

while, trapped in thought
waves of grain, placid standing water
unseen, against mind      against
                                                    mind

sure, sure, someone behind memory’s
curtain, pulled shut, at some developmental
                        Stage
                        STAGE
                        stage

called us stupid, dumb, unintelligent

Now we feel deep emotion, when others
think our         stage
                       right
                       back
                       up
                       down 

house, neurodivergence, makes them lesser

just because we read it twice doesn’t 
mean we have an answer, although
the third time: 

There is a depth of sadness
a sense of something just out of                    reach
joy too, how much we’ll never know               O!
How unknowable it is, we’re 
awash in this (sky)ocean 
                                  tossed by     Gravity Waves
                                                       Centrifugal Forces
                                                       and
                                                       Dark Matter

Giving names like Black Hole, Dwarf Star, Pulsar
Galaxy, to forces so big they would never notice
if they swallowed us whole 
                                           root, trunk and seed
would barely change their chemistry,       let alone
their ancient pre-ontology cosmology,              see

WE DON’T KNOW WHAT 
                                THESE WORDS MEAN!

Too big, we’re so, so small, too small to matter

AND YET, we’re not a limb, separate from, we are

THE SAME AS, EARTH, MOON, SUN AND STARS


“Can you tell me what’s going on?” she asked

WE ARE 
the only 
answer.

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 4/18/2024