Gust of Wind on the Seine Bridge - Louis Anquetin
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read a little bit about thought experiments, some synopsis on philosophical ideas, watched half a program on the solar system and storm worlds, then incidentally wrote a poem.
Tethered to the omnibus,
weathering storms ~
lean into it, hang on,
become the wisp.
As perception shapes and shifts,
our eyes sting,
blind spots get filled in;
create echo filters.
Bringing us to our knees ~
we hold on to our hats,
on a turbulent day,
unsure if it's our own creation.
It lasts 24 hours, or 1 week;
we construct it minute by minute,
define its perimeters, suffer by them ~
welcome rain, feel blighted by it.
Nothing is solid, nothing is change ~
except the carriage,
pulled ever onwards,
bringing it home
The gravitas of the situation,
unless set off by a fright,
would be linear;
has a penchant for straight lines.
Forget breathing in and out ~
it's done for you.
We are part mechanical,
part ether.
Personally, I'm neither
streamlined ~
nor anchored.
Perhaps you are, in this moment.
Maybe one day, the foundation
of each being begins its unravel.
Every ancestor wails from within;
atoms of consciousness separate ~
claw at the walls for release,
for peace,
to join the clouds ~
only to find that weather can't promise calm.
Perpetual turmoil,
as empathy battles cold.
Ridiculous to hang on, or be carried away ~
bruises blue-black either way,
until it's suddenly all okay.
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2024
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