Relativity

 

This

    hour

Our

His-Hers-For-

                ever

lost love

In

(time)

        spaces squeezes

warps-distorts-skews

One plus One

is Nothing 

if one is taken away.

When divided 

           remains one

Doesn't matter 

              place-

holders or containers

for counting

in circles

and talking 

more or less

one share

of the pi.  

As soon as 

                   circumferences

can be drawn

like conclusions,

no connections

could be made

                  around

the pull, repulsion,

                  tension

of 

dark matters

held whole and balanced

         by the space

between

then and Now. 

Image info:

English: About 1,600 light-years away, in a binary star system fondly known as J0806, two dense white dwarf stars orbit each other once every 321 seconds. Interpreting x-ray data from the Chandra Observatory astronomers argue that the stars' already impressively short orbital period is steadily getting shorter as the stars spiral closer together. Even though they are separated by about 80,000 kilometers (the Earth-Moon distance is 400,000 kilometers) the two stars are therefore destined to merge. Depicted in this artist's vision, the death spiral of the remarkable J0806 system is a consequence of Einstein's theory of General Relativity that predicts the white dwarf stars will lose their orbital energy by generating gravity waves. In fact, J0806 could be one of the brightest sources of gravitational waves in our galaxy, directly detectable by future space-based gravity wave instruments.

Dated June 2005

Credit: Tod Strohmayer (GSFC), CXC, NASA - Illustration: Dana Berry (CXC)

Granular

The moon was the same this morn,
the sun did come around,
eventually,
the hourglasses agreed with the sky
for once
what was needed was more
sand,
some moonrock,
and salt water.

All these things were sought
outside of day and night
in a blur of grey
it was just bright enough to find
the soundness, the source
which would not part
with the wind.

And it came down to all hours.
All Hail-
the spin master, mixing
time with light,
blind to the difference of circles
ingrained.




Artwork by Peder Balke, 1864 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Buteo jamaicensis (red-tailed hawk)

Chickenhawk,

or common pigeon raptor,

an immigrant in suburbia,

your callused talons, prone to thievery

bone protruding shoulders, penetrate the blues

excess in feathers weighs one down.

Perch and peer,

wedged between a wishbone branch,

hurling her duck observations in high notes

as if swan songs were her only repertoire. 

Tenacious she, 

returns three days crooked, famished with

foresight, laser vision, and perspective-poised, 

she waits, she sees green, she feels envy.

The fluffy housecat chases his tail 

to satisfy his urges

the hawk launches

and draws his keen ellipse together.

Photo credit By U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service Headquarters (Red-tailed hawk  Uploaded by Dolovis) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0) or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

When in Still(ness)...

They also called it an Empire,

and it was empirical by nature, 

such vast open space.

Larger than life, holier than thou, cliché ridden and

doctrine infested-martyred and named Rome.

But what else could they do

but try to live most-ly

in the little time they lived,

in their little worlds they called homes

making cities, breeding atrocities, too close to comfort

any one or another.

Some chose other-wise;

the exile, the recluse, the slave

those submitting to suicide,

and Then death was revered, a danse macabre.  

Otherwise, it all seems similar-ly

tied to one another by Now and Then.

A full revolution must be given time

to come full circle. Whose to say we could see it move

around so little.

Anyway, it could happen again.

And it could be that we, lately,

have been simply spinning much faster

From the top

All looks still…

There-

The people were all in tumultuous states

of vertigo-

But none said a thing to one another.

Watch they way they talk-

It was all in circles;

Copernicus to Dante, Socrates and the wheel,

and assorted likewise misappropriated

little narratives.

Later on, we read about the fall of Rome,

too easily condemning this ignorance

of inertia, or how our standing under

the weight of air, held us down

to inevitable endings with variable speeds.

It is hard to hear the words Here

with all the rubble in between the teeth

and wind inside the ears,

or see how much time can change so little.

Here we are,hoping the All’s wishing well has an end

in good being, every thing-

although at times

it feels as though we were falling

a little faster

but we could not know

having never felt vertigo.  

Painting by Josephus Laurentius Dyckmans (1845) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

The i in Pi

3.14159265358979323846264338327950-
See,
I have a crazy suspicion of around about way roles surround spherical notions selfishly His or Her property keep wholes by center spin the one circular you is located pivotally inside-

Why-
I feel a round curiously as animal sense may guide somebody celestial towards strangers who as man alienate body spirit or tether into web for twisting not to confuse rebellion light.

Not-
a word a thing numerical or figure taken for whole concepts revealing secrets contained but to say measured with theory or method make from any one diabolic can be trapped centrally askew.




*Each word length occupies the same corresponding digit in this abbreviated representation of pi, or the area of a circle  (Ex: First word ‘See’=3 letters, ‘I’=1, ‘have’=4, etc.). The next number in sequence is (0) making this the end point.

Feature image of: 'Study of Circles on Black' (1921) By Wassily Kandinsky [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

A-round A-gain

It was only natural,

the moon mattered more &

the stars too trivial to twinkle.

It was as expected,

as time unfolds memory,ensues, 

enframes and borders the view.

It was

more than the medium

or the membrane, the skin sheds and mind

stretches     out for much       more.

It  matters,

Even when it is all the same-

when forever ended time and again, a perfect moment

stolen in a last sunrise-

for Good.

It was only natural

light, reaches the furthest corners and bounces

back.

On a curve,  

photons careen in corners,

where

          sovereign circles can spin spirals…

Dross traces of dark matter will devour all the same,

sanding the edges

              smooth

for the first Time. 

Painting by Wassily Kandinsky, Heavy Circles 1927 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Circles of influence

As with Death and Being

(in love),

you only know it when it comes

close enough to smell-it gone.

This doesn't help us.

It is curious to wonder

why we still get dizzy

(in tight circles we spin)

when this has always been

the Prime Mover

of things that (are like) matter.

It is earthshaking to think all of us

know something

(is speaking directly to us)…

As with Kodiak bears and Great White sharks

act Bigger and be LOUD-pretend you are more than you are.

We don't dare admit

this is not enough.

Survival is still

just our luck.

Painting by Christoffer Wilhelm Eckersberg [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Title: Ulysses Fleeing the Cave of Polyphemus

“Eckersberg spent 1811 to 1812 in the studio of David, practicing life drawing and history painting. One of a series of subjects from the Odyssey, this is perhaps the most compelling. The giant Polyphe­mus in his cave looms over a sheep, searching for Ulysses and his companions, who blinded the one-eyed monster. The men have escaped beneath the bellies of the flock; Ulysses, at the end, prepares to join his companions. The Mediterranean light is dazzling. We viewers remain imprisoned in the tenebrous foreground as Ulysses slips away. Eckersberg’s study of the eloquent contours of Greek vase painting is put to good use here.”

Spin

According to the variables,
the rules were elongated.
Black time flowed fast
on an interrupted smooth plane.
There were too many similar pieces
in play and the moved spaces
never progressed wayward
along the spherical borderline
overlapping soul and self,
Venn inside, categorically
trapped, unable to trace the way
to break the line that labels, rates
and places apart flat out
otherness, the other coin side
limited by a the double dimension
of peopled perception, angle of the arc
along the rim of the never ending
line that flows back into itself.
It's your turn to spin.