think …
of the abyss …
unimaginably, unbearably cold
pressure that turns bones (and flesh) to vapor
eight tons - sixteen thousand pounds - per
each … square … inch …
a darkness quite unforgiving -
blacker than black
and yet …
LIFE …
burgeons in multitudes
otherworldly creatures that create their
own light in rhythmic patterns
fantastic organisms that
are so strange and striking they look alien
such an inhospitable world
yet things thrive …
I …
am such an abyss
intensely cold
a darkness beyond black
deep and desolate and bleak
compressed by encumbrance and a disquiet
that can turn bone to vapors …
pain that has no nerve
unbearable wretchedness … without origin
acerbic tears that do not drip -
they burn … and fester
but …
things live
odd creatures exist here -
freakish beasts of indeterminate shape and ire
that feed on joy … and purpose
they crawl and creep
and shiver …
and wait.
The Indeterminate Constant.
All That Is And
All That Is Not.
Antithetical Product
Divided: [Quack.]
Superpositioned Entanglement
Touched By All Motive And
Motionless, Massless ENERGY!
Indeterminate Everything.
As An Identity:
Hoarse And Melodic
Indivisble
Inconceivable
Indeterminate
*** QUACK ***
And Anti-Climactic?
Quack Quack Quack
-Gray Squirrel
06-05-2026
EPITOME OF EMPTINESS
essence
of
sunburst
spectrum
&
moon-masked
night
argentine
unfurls
buds
of
destiny
designs
petals
of
perfection
of
floral
enticement
unfolding
existential
elegance
esoteric
until
withering
in
vacuity
unaware
of
ordained
beckon
waiting
in
silence
where
I walk
final
mile
merging
with
nothingness
indeterminate
yet
embedded
in
reality
inexorable
of
twilight
turning
to
eternity
for
soul
sated
&
adrift
in
ecstasy
to
anchorage
configured
as
epitome
of
emptiness
embracing
If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.
~Lynda Barry
Liminal~
betwixt and between
a rock and
a hard place,
it is transitional, man~
indeterminate!
I’ve been scarred
before and will be
twice if I
let myself
be lost in the charisma
of your silvered tongue.
Love is chance,
a roll of the dice,
and the toss
is not your’s,
the house always wins the bet,
it’s the house of blues.
indeterminate
in the gap between seasons~
rain or snow dammit
Written July 05, 2025
*************
I am anchored when I am a garnet,
The mineral topaz when I shine.
A midnight fantasy of moonstone,
This precious gem's spirit is mine.
Emerald ideas are proliferating,
Within the gardens of my brain.
As opalescent moods still fluctuate,
With indeterminate strain.
I illuminate, akin to a glass prism,
When elation continues to rise.
A Sapphire flame symbolizes justice,
Increasingly irritates my eyes.
When shadows start to thicken,
I don the obsidian stones' grace.
And allow the illumination of jasper,
Restore equilibrium in my living space.
Each diamond carries a whisper,
A truth that I have been able to flow—
This even caused fractures in the facets.
Still catching the dawn glow.
I evolved from stardust,
With spiral galaxies to approve.
Should you perceive that sparkle—
You are stardust, companion, and groove.
I remember he wore a dark, blue coat.
But remembering doesn’t mean much.
For a woman like me who feels fluttering and sees flying things.
I remember he wore a light, orange coat.
Then he turned into a traffic cone.
While I stepped into the street.
Nodding my head even without music.
Sound is forgettable.
Screeching cars feel bubbly and tumbling.
A coat of indeterminate color and appearance.
Means that they certainly won’t believe me.
He turned to me in an impossible, head turning way.
Painful, imperceptible.
Nodding along to the music instead.
I stepped in the street at 2:25 pm.
No one knows why I act out like this.
To me, danger is like an asteroid.
Always flying overhead, but I am an earthly boulder.
So danger to me is,
Just like me.
I had a few scrapes and bruises.
As I chased an impossible man.
I don’t think he’ll want to come back around here.
Knowing that there’s a person like me.
REALITY REVEALED *
dilemma
of
integrity
sensuality
conflicts
with curbed
desire
irony
in
self-effacement
ephemeral
& by chance
emotional
& dramatic
objective
an
influence
in academic notion
of the
unnoticed
omnipresent
to interpret
the unconscious
with
exhilarated
experience
where
architectonic
energies
of
indeterminate
shapes of
optical
multiplicity
enveloped
the
transparent
quickening
in the eyes
counterpoised
&
more endurable
the urge
&
the perception
of self
the desire
to
find satisfaction
in
organic beauty
a bestowal
of happiness
in
absurdities
embodying
unruly chaos
in the appearance
by accident
rather
than design
translated
into
manner
& style
always
inexpressible
an attempt
to understand
the austere
distortion
of an objective
consideration
&in particular
embodying
space
promote
a desire
&tendency
of
separation
Sometimes I feel small
Small but dangerous
Like a single, radioactive atom
Barry Manilow, the Beatles, They Might be Giants, Harry Cow, Madlib, Thom Yorke, Corey Taylor, Theodore Geisel.
I don't write the best poems.
I wish I at least looked like I was trying.
I have too much to write about, and not enough words to say it.
The damage has already been done.
So I float on through an indeterminate stream
unsettling, yet somehow certain,
more so than a gust of wind
a visible, traceable vector
that expands in the favorable paths of life
or at the very least, the eternal now and present things thing that are
the stars,
the gaps in space
and the rocks moving within
the astrotonic plate,
the rift of the present day that is and is always
right here.
IMPRESSIONS
singular
radical
&contemporary
startling
subtle
&intense
pensive
solitary
inner existence
pictured
slightly askance
a radiance
blossoms
&appears
outstretched
between
an extraordinary
atmosphere
&the
presence
of
something
perfect
elusiveness
trembles
radiating
a wonderful
overlay
recognisable
over time
absorbing
the
indeterminate
Usually it is twilight when I succumb to sleep.
Waking up in some indeterminate realm.
Sometimes favorable.
Other times, haunting and elusive.
The space I am in is familiar.
But there is also a feeling of hesitation.
As if something is about to swoop down.
Even though I am protected by the ceiling-
I still know there is danger above.
A few minutes pass of me lying down, frozen.
Until it starts feeling like my room again.
And I am starting to become suspicious of the outside world.
As if the birds chirping…
And the muffled voices…
Are fabrications.
Suddenly, this room feels welcoming in comparison.
I can close my eyes, and be both trapped and free.
This room is like a coffin that is about to be buried forever.
But the sunlight ruins the illusion.
So starts the day.
the moment gone by
is not quite released
if memory imagery
determines trajectory
of future indeterminate
liken it to a self-block
imposed upon ourself
that holds us captive
in imagined limitation
since awareness dims
27-March-2023
They were of indeterminate gender
They were of indeterminate race
They did indeterminate things
In some indeterminate place
*
Funny huh?… it’s the future of comedy
A haggard bit of burnt toast
long since bruise-colored
forlorn, it keeps to itself
'midst crumbs indeterminate
Scuff marks from stylish pumps
as dull now as the coat of
neglect draped over the floor
onto which shone Andromeda
Giant ornaments like tumbleweeds, like eye popping bubbles, boisterously released in London streets. Like giant lightweight bowling balls that cavort out of their lanes. The breeze plays volleyball, indeterminate who’s winning. The kids’ winning for sure. Follow the bouncing baubles, unravelling revelation of holiday spirit. Celebration in the streets off to a fa-la-la start.
If this was an episodic Doctor Who, those orbs would mean trouble’s steamrolling in. The tardis’ on high alert. It’s always London! The doctor’s enigmatic scrutiny of exploding rounds and Santas showing up. They’ve weapons too. Watch out! Don’t worry! The Doctor will save you.
11/3/2022
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