Illusory Sleep
I guess you’re guessing what I’m guessing
Language foretells our words
All that has been said, already said, remains unsaid
The human realm has always been without anyone
The quiet heavens and earth arise and perish in an instant
Light dust, wind and soil, and spring comes again
Writing poetry, drifting through the lie of time
Healing the illusory sleep left behind by this civilization
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Einstein Café
Too deeply intoxicated by time
yet the speed of light remains forever constant
The samadhi of reason and emotion
has disoriented reality
Only love and tears unlock everything
All things are conjured from emptiness and being.
Reality
Where is the true beginning
The hidden mystery has always dwelled within being
The story is not yet over
I want to forget the language of the human world
and listen closely to the silence left behind by last night
and the sound of ta’s footsteps as ta walked away
The Tower
The language of faith piles up
one and a half octaves high,
not knowing how to come down.
The optic chiasm nucleus,
a metronome ticking away.
Murmurs in sleep generate hallucinations,
the tower of autumn,
the deadline and tomorrow.
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The wind always browses without a trace
rational blackmail in the name of dreams
I can only biomimic the nocturnal beast
stalking through the cool detachment of the self
beyond the screen
the calculus of ai
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