Long Knotting Poems

Universal information,
form emerging from multisystemic diastasis,
is composed of fractal syntax,
primally illustrated by looking at RNA,
then DNA,
binomially re-cognizing bilateral temporal memory
as formative id-entity.

Universal polynomial language
is to in-form-ionization
as polycultural outcomes are to unitarian
organic-integral-synergetic
life-systemic
sacred semantics.

As LeftBrain dominant
verbally deduced...

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When at five-thirty
In the rubbed-eye haziness
Of ferreting lonesome night walks
The camera-eye refugee
Asleep in the half wakefulness
Of the hour
Peers out of his high turbanned sockets:
Hyde Park's through road links
London's diurnally estranged couple -
The Arch and Gate.

...

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An ordinary young man in his twenties
Working by day, alone by night
Routine lulls him to feel forever serene

Never a new dream or fantasy
Living an obligation
Making his parents proud yet nothing causes him to become too...

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Why does "sacrilegious"
mean struggling against sacred health experience
rather than struggling with re-ligioning monotheistic divinity
to notnot dualling polytheistic dividity?

How could prodigal sons and daughters
struggle against their prodigy potential,
yet not struggle with our prodigious potentiality?

When would a...

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Innocent Love
The 10th grade-I was hurt, had a lot of pain I wore, thought that everyone could see it on my shirt, I felt incomplete, tried to be neat and do all the things I...

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The true mystic respects the value of time
and never puts anything off till tomorrow.
                     ...

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Just breath
Don't think about being judged, mad, angry or sad
The feeling of words and fear stuck in your throat
About to choke
Don't think about it
The pit in your stomach
Twisting and knotting
Sensitive and rotting
I can barely breath
Hide...

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October is Dancing 
she is a trap of joy for a mark
to those tunes tapping on line
stepping out in her black
before the white for a remark
for the dance shoes redefine
the effect of all the months...

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I have no rational faith
that I can remember,
much less with full-will to comprehend,
spiritual Beings as progenitors
of natural becomings

No faith in "God" as ProGenitor of DNA/RNA 
naturally fractal 
round orchestrations
evolving regenerate systems
for economically enlightened co-invested relationships,
or...

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Are you sitting down? Sit here, momentarily in this chair.
Let me convey to you something so very important.
Your body is unhinged to get mended will be a feat.
You must consume these pills, then obey those...

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Vanishing souls lies in death's pastures
Fleeting joy, incurious in my surroundings 
Shades of green glistening in glory 
An unpredictable breath that barely measures
A destiny that lies and vanishes through the Death Valley

A heart's main glee 
Shines peaceably... passing...

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How lovely, isn't
It, to have an 'off' switch, shotty wiring
And all,
And a presence lined up to ****?

They are always there
To cauterize the wounds of emotional castration
Without desire to examine
The blood pattern forensics,
Chalking the splatter up
To...

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The calling gull leaves her nest
her wild magic cleaves the nimbus.
An avian aerialist suspended aloft 
she sails on tapered ribbons of cirrus silk,
ruffled sea breeze ironed ‘neath her lustrous wings.

A wind witch, she defies and...

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A Septenary Of Paranoia

    Act one (My Fears)

Hostile eyes in the snipers sight,
Familiar strangers that stalk at night.
- It's dark and the bullets hurt.
My fears ooze from my bloodstained shirt. 
"I feel...

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Innocence. Dissonance. A mind in puzzle pieces-
The poisoned family tree has reaches;
Narcissism. Derision. A rampant spreading fire-
All the leaves of a mask they acquire:
An intergenerational sexist pattern flow
It only takes one person to really know.
Unaware....

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I could be less positive of time's resolving karma
without not(not) as negative
binomially defining
what is not polynomial not
and what must be more positive
you see, or not.

This double negative binding positive
hurts my bicamerolling brain
intuiting what is not...

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A din ensued
my imaginary brood
with a good dose of misapprehension
hauled out their toys
and with a deafening noise
held band practice to demand my attention


My head resounded
I was astounded
as my voices insisted space be freed
then took up...

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Mind on a spindle,
Churning, 
Burning,
With aspirations,
And motivations,
Ideas of bringing me down?
Well never mind,
Not a soul can cease my grind,
I’m not sure where I’m heading,
But I’ve been on this road,
Examined seeds I’ve sowed,
Along the way,
Tomorrow’s more...

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Fireflies beacons, nomad, I quest
Thrusting dagger deep into night
Afterglow, apparitions that fest
Dancing in the wake, and they fade away, when pulling out the knife

Forlorn my laden soul, it is a walking corpse
Stride I, battle broken...

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Written: March 31st, 2024 for Matt Caliri Coagulation Contest

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Finally, my blood began...

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Up the splinter tree love lodges in the cold winter
A blizzard charades a feeble allegiance
Remotely an owl’s grasp, peaked a branch
Its fixed eyes study the delicate nest
In the storm, upright wings of chromatic plumage
Wantons, in...

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Your face in the wind
the black hair unbridled
some swirl squally knotting the wild gale
some wind untamed lashing the forehead
create a web of tempting pattern enigmatic 
trapping the mind in the tangle
lest it blows away.

Your face...

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Dot-matrix monotony beasts,
Bring endless agonies and fake archetypes,
To drown the silent scream of nothing inside.
I know now why you turn up the noise.

Hide your ears, as they pound on the drum of sadism.
Because I howl...

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A. Hatta asked

Q.”...why is the Raven like a writing desk?...”

because 
it’s a.haven 
Artemis 
and not a fowl quill
he said... ah!
x

...

more regulus 
then romulus
and brighter 
then remus
i’d say
but not quite 
so famous
the heart of a lion
called...

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Failure Of A Writer

Sometimes my mind works faster then my hand,
Causing many of poems to get lost in la la land.
Why do many of my best thoughts come after daylight?
As I fumble for paper and...

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