Directions

Creation is the opposite of

Destruction.

I wave my hand

in a certain direction

and create

Havoc or Hope

it makes

sense further away...

As far as I could see,

All that can be

Destroyed

was never meant to remain

the same

Goes

for Us

Undoing

what is Done. 

Painting by Edvard Munch (1863-1944), 'Woman in White Sitting on a Bench' c. 1906-1907, in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

bird braned

small minded man
only capable of moving
one limb at a time
one a single plane

some said Stanley
explored out of his
comfort zone

and yet he is known
by other names
irrelevantly so.

The circle is wider than the sun
or, as the crow flies
across the radii
it would be a straight shot
between sight and
understanding
potential

the small-minded man aflit
fills his hands with too many
occupations,
he is past the limit
of how far eyes may be
set apart for depth perception.

After observing the same flight path,
year after year,
the soar-
ness sets in
and feathers fall off
my sides.

Painting by Paul Peel, 'Bringing home the flock' c. 1881, in the Public Domain.

Proof

Don't look now
But
it is always inconvenient
to pay full attention.

The mirrors must not be clear.
Of course, there was backing
in this philosophy.

We were indifferent
as I came to discover with age
The wisdom was
quirky and quintessentially
duplicable,
making this extremely
life-like.

In fact,
there were explanations,
motives, charts, statistics and
microscopes as well as mass
spectrometers.
Facts could be made like laws.

Help is belittling, humility is compromise.

Say,
We now know
why women want pickles when pregnant.
Motherhood is mainly mammalian.

Nothing is new or novel.
It could be predicted with nearly ninety
percent accuracy,
Those who would be beaten and abused,
were confined, resigned to their situation,
like all atoms and half-lives.

It was worth looking around
if only to see
how natural it is for us
to reflect and blind,
bend and squint
without ever reaching a definitive conclusion.

This could be conveniently called,
Power
if only it was adopted as knowledge.



Image By Unknown photographer [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Central Cancer Research (Immunology laboratory).

Sitting and spinning

Never,

having sat in this precise spot before Now

I know

others have sat just so Never before. 

Painting by Pál Szinyei Merse [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

VP

This is how we Do,

This is how we Don’t

                in this

                house

             -of Poetry-

An atria lets in light

& emits extra 

pillowed noise.

It is the vanishing point

we should be focusing on,

imprecise lengths and indivisibility,

where dreams

during the day dull too acute states.

First, it was

the writers fork,

sourceless drops on the forehead,

all the hand stains, bruises,

and finally settled in the wrist vein, 

sharply-

no longer embedded 

in the life line.

Do this-concentrate-

Indirectly, gather all the colors if you can,

hone in on these speculative gradients,

Do not notice this indifference, it may be

that you see succinctly

how beautifully

                         -all points vanish...

Image credit Tenshō Shūbun [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.