Thursday, October 26, 2017

Mercury’s Handmaid

In the second law of thermodynamics;
The poem as a made-thing is the
“Spontaneous emergence of self-organization”.

Besides this, in Science,
“The word magic means order”
So the symbol for Nothing
became shaped like the mouth in meditation,
in the midst of making more space
for Observation.

The numeral for the Universe,
One world, 1, as in Everything
Man-o-theistic made more calculating
layers encoded in an algorithm
to become binary bipeds seeking symbiosis,
or the meaning of Miracle. Walk the Talk.
Ecstasy is merely our abandonment
of a timeline.
Silence sought chaos,
letting letters separate from self in sound.
The tonality resonated
making all things
moving disappear

with (1) velocity (0)
without (0) reason (1).

We try to transcend our current state
if only for a half-life
chemical moment. Methodically mad.
there were bells to be rung,
the sentence was both a rule

and regret. 



Painting by Jules Lefebvre [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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