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When life enjoys our full inhale,
breathing in-formation,
Then dying purges through breathing out,
exhaling excarnation,
recessively oriented toward last breath,
precessively convexing (B. Fuller) back in Dia-Memory toward next breath
as first breath of each eternal moment;
reverse regeneration advent.
These two, living fully and dying co-redemptively for future regeneration,
always balance within each Eternal Prime CoArising Moment,
at least potentially, with implications, enthymematic,
as Yang+Yin Incarnating-Form = Polynomial+Not-Not-Binomial In/Out-Formation.
Summing and adding,
proportioning and Golden Ruling,
Natural Lawing and Ordering all these universal Tao variables,
Zero-Balancing Life-Fractal Prime Relationship
and Economically Deep Ecological TransIssual TransActions,
regenerate full ++/(-)(-) naturally dialectic fractals
of harmonic trust restoring justice,
Prime Principle of Universal Life/Death systemic apposition
through (-)(-) double-binding,
double-negative bicamerally balancing hemispheres
noticing RNA's Dark Logos Soul;
PreGenesis of Tao.
This Form of Great Chi-Atman Explication (Bohm),
Incarnation
Primally follows from our regenerative speciating path of evolution;
Tao.
SpaceTime languaged as Tao,
Great Harmonic Way,
evolves elusively, evasively,
ubiquitously, coincidentally,
Yet latent (Implicate--D Bohm) within are objects
subjects of dense ergodic Energy, ionically balancing bionic,
co-intelligent in-formating,
Dark and dim,
blinding Primal Vortex,
implied, implicating, Synergy-Love Order,
Latent with life-force,
regenerational (0)-sum systemic.
Life-force being very true,
positive as double-negative,
rational numeric,
just systemic,
Laytext evidence,
content-ing Golden Rule riches within
this (0)-soul Theorem's (G. Perelman)
human natured deductive dipolar Proof.
From the days of old till now
Taos' Logos for manifest Forms,
Beloved Green Commons enculturing,
has never ceased formating,
permaculturing,
By which we may view this Progeneration of Universal Intelligence (Fuller).
How do I know the shape of DNA,
double-bound smooth-structured elliptical Co-Memory?
Through Polyculturing Natural Systemic
Ecological
and Economic Optimization Function!
Jacques Daviel
A brilliant eye specialist Jaques Daviel,
does his cataract field at all ring a bell?
the word cataract used with utmost respect,
on his vision and foresight I duly reflect
Francisus Donders
In the same branch was Francisus Donders,
in ocular tracts the man worked wonders,
some Dutch streets bare this specialist's name,
Tilburg his birth place blessed by his fame
Joseph Forlenze
With regard to eye matters Joseph Forlenze,
became popular during French Empire let’s say,
a healer of others among them big names,
the poor got his expertise true legend claims
Allvar Gullstrand
Nobel prize winner Swede Allvar Gullstrand,
I select in this eye treatment pantheon grand,
his scholarly efforts portraying the ‘schematic eye’,
whose model of measurements to this day still apply
Herman Von Helmholz
Notable surgeon and physicist Herman Von Helmholtz,
whose top stunning feats in science fill massive vaults,
those numeric concepts on colour, sight and vision,
profound in their scope and far beyond derision
Jules Gonin
Retinal pioneer Switzerland don Jules Gonin,
prestigious eye treatment award he just didn’t win,
he earned a distinction for study of butterflies,
among his achievements and valid career highs
Charles Schwepens
Founder of Eye Research Institute Charles Scwepens,
who hailed from mouscron Belgium as it happens,
to begin with he opted for course in high maths,
before veering towards life long optical paths
Thomas Pashby
Safe sports eye care advocate Thomas Pashby,
not alone for that but prevention of spinal cord injury,
invited to Canada’s sports revered fine hall of fame,
this man knew the score and demands of the game
Tsutomu Sato
Deviser of glass scleral lens Tsutomu Sato,
a vision rich breakthrough in terms long ago,
never a widely used product this creative lens,
incipient story or tale where the eye never bends!
Thomas Von Leber
The first to spot rare eye disease Thomas Von Leber,
eternally grateful we are for this eminent favour,
German society scholarship named in his honour,
a fitting reward for this knight in shining armour
Dancing Numbers
Numbers dance in space upon the wall of distant nebulae
Lower digits do the limbo under digit trees on Earth
Produce a number of rumbas in the process
Baby ones and twos run through the branches to learn their steps
In the shade of day they count on memory to forget
Before the dawning of romance
Before attempting trips or splits
Once set in motion growing
Numbers never stop
Figures have no limitations
All numbers should be even
Or at least equal to themselves
They make their way while 3’s distract
Straight to the borders of the Cha Cha land
Rhythms follow in their dance and play
Shade from the whole numbered trees
Bridges peace from war while quartets practice
The calculus that seems so simply separated
Moves with them in tempo traction on the hollow beat
Served in triple time, on a bed of zero pillow, to sleep beneath
Beyond the cosmic wonders of the numbers
The sum of all their quantum parts
Ones and twos take place; take shape, in string quartets
Fours are not alike. None are the same
Tap stepping on the thinnest line of life
Tip toeing to the stars from far behind
The waltz is just a walk in structured measure
In step out there in hand with solid sevens on the edge
Half way to heaven as jazz plays on and on with pleasure
Numerals are merely numbers with another name who also play
Odd figures, outnumbered, outlawed by even ones
Doing splits, without permits, perfect cascading cadence
Swirling one by one while spinning past the sun
Even ones outlive everyone
While dancing upon the up above
Other numbers hide with their mistakes
Tracked down, calculated, counted, after their ballet bows
They have their days cut short in age, then dance no more
Such digits suffer from arithmetic’s and numeric ailments
Crunch the numbers numb, until the Gangnam dance is done
wheel ding utmost pro lix:
scrum compulsions won
despite feeling dog tired, (like a ton
of bricks weighed me down)
while seduced by the sun
solar radiation from the sky didst lightly run
sans, i experienced
a weird wired wider sensation pun
knee sensation otherwise, this sun dry
older puppy nun
the wiser (feeling akin
to an overly sated book worm
to boot) on a Mon
Day, nonetheless, forced
by male incarnation from Lon
don, (via NON FAKE voices
inside my noggin) a potential Hun
these tired eyes, could NOT stop reading
even with figurative gun
at my head, until only
sluggish progress made,
which daunting task not fun
bore witness thru novel
(in this instance plotting thru - dun
know if fie could finish
One Hundred Years Of Solitude -
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez)
pea pulling his story with bun
dulls of Hiss panic
Alpha Numeric characters, -
per printed page punctuated
concluded with a period,
(premature mental dejected ejaculation exclaimed
how ah yee got trounced
by harsh obsessive compulsive task master.
"Nay unto you Matthew Scott"!
Uttered by exactly same grievous rot
while er...mailer daemon (as above, pot
tent shill slave driver subsequently not
quite ditto for identical bon mot
mind wielding damn mask kid ding lot
intonation, now setting me hot
to worry about my thinning hair, the little aye got
as expressed vis a vis A previous poem
of mine titled 'Argh! I suffer the plight of Bad
Hair Year In One Day!'
"Shih" translates into Good
as "Fei" becomes Bad.
And so moral textured oppositions
continue:
Right and Wrong
Healthy and Pathological
True and False
Win and Lose
Healing peace and Punishing revenge
Yang and Yin
distinguish rational appositions,
not sufficient as Either/Or left-brain calculations
and necessary Both/And right-brain
correlative associations
Like Yes and (not) No,
Positive and (not) negative
Is and (not) Is Not
EgoCenter and (not) EcoSystem
Inside and (not) Outside
Wax and (not) Wane
Rise and (not) Fall
Each of these implied
double-binding terms of co-related contrast
includes an enthymematic hypothetical boundary
bound with both Full and Empty Zero
languaged as not numeric
or stagnantly spatial framing
but more dynamic temporal dipolarity
co-arising into consciousness
Ego's secular empowering Zeroness
is also EcoZerofilling articulation,
Healthy democratic
and not pathologically autocratic,
Trusting cooperation
is not over-capitalistic competition,
Moral value evolution
is other than merely rational avocation,
Deduction
is not precluded by induction,
Thoughts
are not absent of feeling,
Moral balance
expects more than relativistic legal shadows,
Conserving Earth's lifetime resilience
is not merely avoiding EgoCentric
cognitive/affective dissonance,
LeftBrain truthful polypaths
are not instead of RightBrain beautiful polyphonics,
Polycultural EarthTribe outcomes
are not sufficiently predicted
by Monoculturing narcissistic incomes.
Memory of past,
imagination of mirrored future,
evolve dipolar octaves of functional form,
informating appositional contention,
encoded, and therefore neurally decoding,
recoding
reconnecting from past to future to past regenerators
implicate ordered language and iconic relationships,
numeric transliterations across universal paradigms,
transformatively intuited,
transubstantiated semiotics,
transductive integrity of right and left ellipticals
eco-metaphysical and ego-physical fractalfunction
mind/body interweaving
multisystemic regenesis
of full hued harmonies
and curious orthopracticing temperaments,
Redeeming peace,
time as reiteratively co-arising mindfulness,
eco-ethics as co-incidentally mentoring evolution,
ecologic as logos moral syntax,
economics as normative co-investment order,
eco/ego-entifying as bilateral Earth Justice
Echoing resonance
informing dipolar functions
filling balanced forming farms
growing Yintegral empowerment
with radiant Yang enlightenment
Not Polynomial double-negative boundaries
and margins
balancing poly-binomial (1/0) spacetime,
double-bound temporal-aptic neural strings,
never too late or early,
of resonant holonic calculation,
rational trigonomials,
fractally revolving geometrics,
permaculturing square-emergent roots
resonating Life's reverse-hierarchic
exponential Win-Win Tree.
Eco-nutritional revolving roots
of power
produce Earth's rainbowed metric rhythms,
branching eco-nutritional harmonic crowns
of light.
Am I dead? I woke up in purgatory like the dmv waiting for my number to come up
The numbness in my mind hurts almost as bad as the tingling in my a**.
My legs tap out the morse code of the waiting and perpetually alone.
From somewhere in the back my minds eye slaps me and tells me to sit still but my inner child flys the finger at it because sitting still might actually kill me, I might actually explode or implode or some other "plode" word that I know exists but I can't remember because my brain is sending back my inquiries return to sender.
They balance on my tongue like the breath of last nights bender,
I'm rendered speechless by the open chasm of mundane boredom, inane insane monotony openinf it's vast yawning maw to swallow me.
My hearbeat is like Chinese water torture drip drip thrump thump.
Everything is grey everything taste like beige dust, the murmuring around me is at once deafening and inarticulate.
I wait in queues because thats what I'm conditioned to do; pavlovs dog drooling over each number that brings me closer to what has now become my identity in black ink on a tiny white square.
The closer I get to the holy numeric grail, the more I feel alive, the more anticipation in my skin the shuddering tingle in my bladder....and then...ding...my number...my alias...my mask...my let down.
I stand up like I'm programmed when the number on the screen matches the ticket in my sweaty hand, and open the door to a new queue.
My emotions tease me at their will,
Plunder my hapless intellectual world
And declare a bloodless coup d’état.
This undeclared war shocks my core,
Grips me with a freakish fear
And forces me to plunge deep within,
To rein in my inner turmoil.
Ceaseless kisses from my emotions
Fail to hide their deep-rooted delusions
With perennial problems of articulation.
Hidden serpents on a rocky hill
Stare at savage beehives
Eyeing their harvest to pulverize.
Happiness sounded glum,
Too long has it slogged,
With no more illusions to burn
Counts its days in slumber mum.
Tearful was Sadness.
It leaves me woeful and gloomy,
Confused and lethargic.
Disgust, honest in self-decry,
Sneaks hate into my mind.
Fear, my constant companion,
Apologizes for its presence.
Anger, a rapid-fire submarine,
Begs pardon for its volatile firing-line.
These emotions in commotion troop in,
And pass through a numeric scanner.
A sigh of repentance fills the air.
A dire silence with numb insights,
Linked to daily self-assessment,
Gives my emotions a new mission,
To learn through showers of forbearance
And to improve upon past renditions,
With a will to remove
Their emotive larvae, stalk by stalk.
What a boon are walks on grasslands!
To help restore our crops of emotions,
Made for all seasons and commotions.
Encultured vision sees things as they are
and were,
as they are not and were not.
Positive revision sees things as we could become,
together.
Culture is an extremely large word,
with ubiquitous cooperate v compete economic implications,
assumptions,
expectations,
means toward autonomous v interdependent discovery,
uncovery,
recovery,
spoken all the way from atomic
through universal systems,
root systems,
language and numeric systems,
as is climate,
as is beauty,
as is trust,
as is health huge
where wealth is not yet pathologically rabid,
feeding off the poor in nature-spirit dipolar equivalence.
Multicultures speak in diverse voices,
internal and external,
Left and Right,
dark and light,
and which we are able to see as us
an which are "them"
depends on not just who or what is speaking
but who and when we listen to
and look at out and in,
sniff and lick and feel trusting drawn toward
and those who do not feel right to us,
not because they are not as good,
or even better,
but because we find resonant diversity across our cultures,
within shared subclimates of mutual solidarity
in healthy difference
and not so much overly competitive pathology.
Positive revision sees things
like cultures
and climates
of beauty
and trust as we could become,
together.
Numbers Subtract At Dawn
(4 & 6 Take Sides)
Number 4 and 6 are safe for the moment basking in their wholeness
In a sun, on their side, as they stand holy in the light
Erect, gesturing, complete, as numbers should be
Enemies destroyed most digits starting with the perfect ones
Calling them irrelevant, having them erased, having them removed
Fractions diminish, section by section, cut off from equals
Fratricide is common among numerators and denominators
Fighting to be on top
Major math, primary numbers, stand alone
To figure out the calculus of it all
Zero explains much, holds integers as “whole”, as accountable, in contempt
Real numbers hate them for their size, exposed parts, being divisive
(Division is a crime)
5 does everything in its power to become the number to its left or right
It calls them neighbors
4 and 6 will have nothing to do with it
They call 5 a “numeric perversion”
4 will always be 4. 6 will always be 6
They both want 5 to leave the country quickly (at once)
All numbers should be reduced by day break
They will comply and murmur down
Subtraction takes place at dawn
Where the countdown begins at once
Starting with the number one
4 & 6 take sides but don’t change
Nothing else remains