-i-
to tremble is to gather
sight, plenitude of
evidence – mostly ash but
nonetheless mathematically
tractable, computable, function
of sense, eye and hiss –
redeeming vision from talking
too much, plagiarizing time
-ii-
From the furthest away tranche you gather
Root from the slant
Of the perched icicle you tremble from
The least perceived
You ask if roar is hid from the wiles of
A reeked air you beg
Love this : “tractable, computable, function
of sense, eye and hiss”
Can hear the hissss. And feel the tremble
One of those poems where I seek to intersect math with poetry. If you could hear the hiss and feel the tremble, it means they fused. Thanks 🙂
plagiarizing time…oh I love that…
Thanks 🙂
Each of your poems seems a full plate. You seem to dance with the words. Stretching skyward, diving through earths easy crust, surfacing… with a satisfied smile on your face. A genuine pleasure to read.
Tao is an old friend of mine, and I see that you two have met at some time as well. Taoists, the original (as far as available manuscripts go) anarchists (in the technical humane/power-dissipater sense) poohpooed ritual all the way back around 600 BC and laid in many ways the ground for us to dig in yet again. Thanks Chris for your lovely feedback 🙂