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
Nice. Wasn't expecting where it went.