Too long have the Taurean winds blown me off course
4/29/2025 some poetry, some photos - the usual
world as mirror Con/Jur/d, 4/26/2025 We wake up we go to the ORANGE ½ bath beneath the stair, in what was once a shoe, coat, miscellaneous closet thinking on the assignment, the teacher has given to look into the WORLD MIRROR, and the whole tiny yellow/gold room, with the deep blue undersea sink and our collected seaside knick-knacks like the manta ray on vellum, begins to BUZZ and VIBRATE and we don’t know if it's the fridge, down the hall on the shared wall, aliens, malfunctioning SPY equipment, or some cross analog/digital pollution between Electronic LOW Frequency, 5-G, and buried, unused phone lines meeting in waves, the entire hollow becoming a receiver for a SIGNAL from far distant shores near a red/yellow sea where the civilization has no word for red, and orange is only implied by obscure equations -- THE HUM is spreading and beginning to climb up our toes, towards our ankles and hoping to find its source, we reach up and touch the mirror and it STOPS LATER, after walking, seeing buds, and leaves and CHERRY blossoms walking, when sitting, used the window frame as mirror frame, realized our frustration was part of the reflection; BEGINS TO RAIN unsure which side of the glass is getting WET.
The Illusion of Motion
Con/Jur/d, 4/26/2025
26 frames a second
24 standardized, handless
how this tiny flicking
fools
____the motionless
GIANT
at our center,
__________we abandon
this understanding, hold
dearly to belief against the
____vast__buffeting__ breath
it is said one of the SEEKERS
realized he was not moving
tested it against a tree
after a heavy night of drinking
and satisfied, remained
unmoving, taught unmoving
lived unmoving for the
remainder of their
FRAME
this is how this seeking
goes, ___jerking__ from rumor
to rumor, we stare at a second
to second count,
THERE!
slowed, it took more
maybe less of these seamless
seconds, to trick us into
believing in
MOTION
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 4/29/2025