Bob marries Alice in Binary Wedding

Never laying claim to an ethereal ability

Prediction making seemed only natural,

With our eyes this way

Looking ahead must be good for us.

Planning seemed like the best thing to do

In lieu of instructions.

My son was telling me about the latest personal challenge posed by Mr. Zuckerberg,

When something went wrong.

The AI’s began talking amongst themselves, sharing more than data. Speaking more than English.

the fearful said it meant gibberish.

English carries at least seventy percent nonsense, leaving as little as thirty left for the relay of information.

Did Alice and Bob speak in binary, I asked my son,

He said, Who?

We were riding bikes one summer afternoon and a Tesla approached us
letting out a little whine that wound up to a high pitching whir 
as the driver punched it 
around the bend.

I closed my eyes and saw the future there-

Here, at the same time-

The Ped Xing man was talking about the clouds, the thunderheads, the cumulous of a south eastern monsoon, the looming omens above.

The TED X man made a point about the cloud, our backup strategies and Plan A's with B's through Z's.

After all this,

the maintaining of perfect grades in formal academia, 

my daughter decided to pursue Art because she sees clearly now,

“It is what I must do.”

A, B, or See. 

Then, I ran out of ink and steam, my wet ware went dry, my pen bled out, I stopped projecting.

The art that needed us to translate

Potential into Purpose, as A is to B

Reminded Us to Air, what is it to be human

without a vision of humanity in need of the x?

Aiming at nowhere,

you have arrived already. 




Painting By Unknown artist – Artist (c. 1820) in [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Enigmatic Einstein

After theoretically 'successfully' wrapping my head around

some semblance of cohesive understanding of relativity,

the Einstein kind, not just for arguments sake,

the soul relationship between mind over matter,

starts with a succession of power.

Taking all we can from one man, utility wise,

ah, needless to say, does it work?

Coming upon its inertial state, approachable this way,

it was easy to trip over that paradox that must have fallen

right off the shelf, under discovery of the missing item.

Newton would know what we should try.

Perhaps there are too many of these to count

individually. All bits and bites stored within the 

conceptually hard drive.

It was our fault for putting the poison away.

It has become so cluttered in boxes marked Unsolved History

it is now sagging our spacetime beds,

instead, this white head called it the ‘spooky thing’, so we move

away from being scared of what we cannot see.

What ever happened to Alice and Bob and their rocket trip?

Should they care they are always being observed

or the considered the being the observing party, as in-

aide, a party to the equation, without favors.

The measured sentence finds balance, busy, busy, busy

wWe real it all in and call it conservation work.

that was then.

Now we know rain can occur in reverse,

it has been shocking us

ever since

then we found spin has no velocity or zip code.

It is by close relation nomadic and

conceptually centrifugal without further observation

of just the box.

The ghost in the grey long-sleeved sweatshirt

with his ordinary pen which clamps onto the collar

by some sort of hook on the tip, 

the hugs the edge. to make it secure,

or so he thought.

And I better understanding why I dreamt that Einstein,

the apparition, a face of dreams,a symbol himself, 

reached around his neck,

grasping at air, pounding his chest for

what was suddenly not there

and had trouble

finding the words 

to mean what he said.

Some dreams are puzzling-

this is why there should always be a pen
with in relative reach.

Image credit by Ferdinand Schmutzer, Einstein in Vienna (1921) in [Public domain, Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.