The gravity
of space
The gravity
of time
Forging
perspectives
Relative
in kind
Newtonian
dogma
At sixteen
he knew
By curving
the axis
It changes
— the view
(The New Room: April, 2024)
Sometimes it’s obvious
And sometimes subtle
That no matter what good you try to do
The universe rewards you with the opposite.
It might be as simple as the duality we create
By such intentions;
A materialist mindset
That falls into a Newtonian universe
Of every action needing
An equal and opposite reaction.
Bound by these rules of physics
The road to hell
Is certainly paved.
While beyond these rules
The wise and masterful play.
The problem is
Within the bounds of materialism
We are all slaves
Ruled by our own fears and hopes
Narrowly following our individual paths
Heads down
Our persistent plodding
The very force that turns the grind stone.
While beyond these rules - the etiquettes of a guest
Needing permission to sit and stay, come and lay down -
The host in all His graciousness
Allows us the freedom to be enslaved.
(8/4/23)
I live in this half-world
doubting the veracity of
words
words of supposed comfort
scraps of care
of whitewashed expression
do you seek to protect me
or to beguile,
draw me into your place
of uncertainty
of quantum thoughts,
shut me in your Schrödinger’s box
until I cannot tell
what you feel
what you say
I want conviction
Newtonian conversation
of truth and certitude,
not to peer through
telescoped eyes
searching for Polaris
in your inumbrated sky
Give me the truth
clear as a winter night,
sure as gravity,
scrubbed of peeling paint
bury your deceptive solutions
and solve honest equations
In Newtonian Mechanics,
the future is the past
What lags behind, what sits ahead,
the Jester only laughs
A one for one relation,
its truth in bas-relief
The numbers hail, the numbers fail
—empirical deceit
(Villanova University: January, 2020)
Equal and Opposite
In stone, fruit, thought,
breaking free like fugitive drops,
from arrest to arrest,
gravity punishes inclination.
Mechanic, escarpment-teethed
it grinds the inconstant glass
of orbital fall, mental elipse,
until the motive light again
leaps up, and on, out,
over, in, and through
trailing like a spray
the bright scarf
of un-Newtonian surprise.
martial aliens burning hot creation monolith gleams
machines rip your throat songs of another year
the piano will never play again dust is your answer
watch the movie time spins black and white Newtonian
laws apples serpent and the feathered nightmare spreads
red rivers write animals of night glowing spells of Indian incense
eclipse the rage of oceans planes fanged their way through fortune
the voices ride the elevator to the top floor silence feeding piercing worms
did the Greek philosopher Socrates
ever have thoughts of his own mediocrity,
did Buddha in meditation contemplate
belly-button lint in his belly button sedate?
maybe some Confucian spiritual medium
pondered dust in minute trivial tedium.
did Newton while conjuring Newtonian physics
diverge integrals to converge sum to basics?
who might think the relativity Einstein thunk
of rusted tin-cans, rocks and other space junk
the universal ideas of Hubble and Neils Bohr
might spring from ordinariness, not much more
did Jesus when building blocks of religion
view a mud stain on his robe with derision?
did Mohammed when thinking deep thoughts
find his mind became distracted, distraught?
did Edison surmise that he wasn't too bright
at candled table where he invented the light?
did Voltaire care what Michelangelo did know?
do mediocre minds reap what deep minds sow?
do great minds when thinking of great things
see the law-of-averages that mediocrity brings?
did Spinosa know that mundane goes a long way
to get most'a us through an ordinary day
my supposition is, yes, even great minds digress
intrinsically, mediocrity, is part of all humanity
© Goode Guy 2011-09-22
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