I sit and stare beyond what's there, besides
"The oval window, a portal to another dimension".
It drags the moon's eclipse off the sun's circle
to show an ellipse with twin foci, in two dimensions not one.
The tension woven into its shape shrouds a duality,
a flip-flop state, steeped in,
and reeking with ambivalence.
An oval coracle holding on,
rocking in choppy seas.
Therein lies a worm hole,
where logic warps to both sides, here and now, together,
where light bends, twists refracts to an oval rainbow,
where time stands still, then back-tracks
to before, to way, way back when,
and on to now and then.
An oval belies uncertainty,
spiraling like sand,
down in an hour-glass
down the plug-hole, down into the sink below,
collected in an oval coracle,
an egg yet to hatch.
Categories:
foci, anxiety, emotions,
Form: Free verse
I have an important message
for man's best friend
humming like rolling wheels at 90
incandescent like a hubcap overhead
listen to this you highway palm readers
the pressure in this tire
is anatomically incorrect
and at four atmospheres
ALERT! ALERT!
all radar units report your locI and foci
on the plan-it planet,
space never got named
by causes and their waiting effects
the secret of death
is to pay no attention to it
I go with the info dear recipient
info in outfo out
if we never meet
tell them I ain't invisible
it may not be much
but it won't be enough either
wheels for legs radio screaming
entertaining beyond abomination
we Febrilacs from planet Nu-Oc
speak our own language,
if monotony generates subtlety
it must be high resolution
because others have done so
is not enough
in zero plastic space
the big molecule
a million moving parts
sonic on the inside freezing out
do we try to figure it out in
here's the secret
amnesia is the root of all comedy
blame it on the invisible
beans from outer space
and their gift
the list of blisters
Categories:
foci, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
A Feminist Second Wave
reached shore with my economic and political coming of age
creation story.
Yet this Revolution for Reproductive Rights
has always also predicted Third Wave emergence
of full-octave regenerative healthy climate ecotherapy justice for all,
regardless of gender,
regardless of species,
regardless of exterior ecosystemic landscapes of Earth foci
or deep ecological interior neural-systemic climate of humane matriarchal,
cooperative Left-Right Brain embodied equivalent focus
maturing nature-spirit nondual empathic trust with curiosity,
rather than more shadow side mere tolerance
of ego-competitive LeftBrain Dominance.
Western Strict Straight Stern Conservative
Bad Ol' Boy Patriarchal EcoPolitics
of I'll try to be risk-management tolerant,
but remember I am a Jealous Condemning God,
and not a Nurturing Earth Goddess,
or rather,
I am both that we bicamerally LeftRight are,
this EcoPolitical Feminist Fourth Wave
of equidimensional wave-linear spacetime,
ecobroadcasting our EarthBound Reality Game Show,
our PolyPathic EcoSystemic Opera.
Categories:
foci, earth, health, humor, relationship,
Form: Political Verse
VIII. Hubris
To peer into the limits of the observable.
Affix thy gaze upon the instant beyond the observed.
The foci of the fabric whispers transient uniformity.
Is it not hubris to assert understanding.
In folly the question begs.
© veritatem voluntatem 2015
Categories:
foci, life,
Form: Free verse
rest your toes on the tree
xylem and phloem flush away a bad week
syllables keep coming in threes
wonderment of Fibonacci
on the twenty first datilla
rest The Annunaki
spherical plateau of comfort
cosmic vanilla on the breeze
tickled palms by The Ohm Tree
giggling majesty
powerful foci of consciousness
witnessed by me
I traversed the great hall
dancing to traffic
elasticated like gum, boings a 5 dimensional sun
where should have been walls there was fun
instead of plastic there was love
instead of choice
her beautiful voice
a biomechanical song
exactly exact, ebbflow plus something else
I call it Infinity
but that's just a guess.
Categories:
foci, identity,
Form: Imagism
Curvature the plane to the point of distribution
Focus either latitude, asymptomotes are drawn;
Equalling hypotenuese with spiralling revolution
Discretely perpendicular to the course it set upon.
All prinicipals of axis are running through the centre
To rotate intersections where the vertices define;
A conic section tilted either left or right would enter,
Angled high perimeters where either halves entwine.
Visual the perspective where the foci separates
Each segment that establishes the gradual aim of low;
To benefit the lateral then where it penetrates
Is seen as the illusion and positions from below.
Illusion us to pivot sense, redeem the scheme as wise,
By having this as constant, to do with each, obeys-
The simple rule, coordinates whose will of gradual rise
Is probably a measured wrong, a hyperbolic maze.
Categories:
foci, science, space, time, visionary,
Form: Rhyme