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Tesseract

Listen!  This sentence's period - that's me. 
I'll just move one inch to my right, you see. ------>.
     Now, I trace a one-inch segment of a line.
     It's my one-dimensional redesign. 

Watch me trace my line segment down from there,
producing what some folks might call a square.
     I execute this little trick for you 
     in a special dimension known as two.



Look!  I rise off the page, one inch - 
mutually perpendicular, a sinch!
     Orthogonal to left/right and up/down,
     I'm a cube, a 3D shape of renown. 

A fourth perpendicular direction,
and my shape should warrant your attention;
     and the name they call me, to be exact,
     is Mister Hypercube or Tesseract.

Trapped by twisting strings

We are not trapped by iron bars ~ but by vibrating strings in a play

Stars, atoms, creatures and time itself are string figures still quivering 
Ten heavens are trapped together by these unseen strings still weaving 
All between the innumerable fingers of Saklas, still twisting 


(Inspired by the scientific hypothesis of string theory, which states that everything on a subatomic level is made up of one-dimensional, vibrating strings).

I or we you them who'

Who are we? Are we part of God? Is the hurt we feel reflective of His?  Where is the greater good? Is it in
Politics? In commetce? In faith?  Maybe your god is
Just a one dimensional aspect you observe? Maybe
I do this also? Its difficult to see any blemishes with
No mirror report.'  First judge ones own motives by the
Bible must be my first resort.'

I am Alice

I am Alice, trapped and trying to find my way home.
The world is topsy turvy. I yearn to be back amongst comfort and safety from whence I came. Where cats are cats and rabbits cannot tell time. I long for the warm glow of my parents' hearth. 

I am learning more the workings of this place and trying to act accordingly but when what was big becomes small, and one-dimensional figure heads make the calls how can I but fall, fall, fall. 

I fear if I ever make it back home my family may not recognize me… I barely recognize myself. 
For it is I who has changed. The house may look the same but my reaction to it will be different. My perspective indefinitely altered from my time on the other side of the looking glass.

The lunacy of language

The words still come
Gather
Vying for attention
Silently shouting
Choose me, choose me
I am the subtle variation
The thoughtful import
You seek

NO…choose me
I am the hook
That will reel them in
Heads shaking
To dislodge
A newly imbedded
Thought

Others think
He’ll never choose us
We are too simple, too plain
Alliterative aliens
Seeking a blank verse savor

Others smirk
Thinking….
He wouldn’t dare use me
My double entendre
Would boggle the minds
Of the one-dimensional reader
Languishing
In the lunacy
Of language

Sacrifice

Such a noble and caring thing to do,
For the sake of the children, 
To sacrifice time and money,
But before you sacrifice all that is you,
Understand the children need you,
In good health and with a smile on your face.
For them better for the world to face,
Not the easiest thing to do,
Unless you fake it til you make it,
And that is where a friend or two,
Could make all the difference for you,
To make time for you,
So, the children, 
Have you for a longer time, 
So, they can know and appreciate the real you,
Not the one dimensional you.

strings -

quiver …

of ALL -
open, closed, one dimensional
vibrating tendrils …
larger scales appear as the particle norm
antiphon??
charge, mass, gravitons
hot-affecting quantum states of matter
super-symmetry between bosons
fermions …
such weighty throb -
chaotic fields connected
influenced
shaken …
but still not clearly defined in all events -
not channeled to unification
but it MUST join
somehow ...
it's there, trembling like a horror -
an electromagnetic phantom
one of the weakest forces in all of the
physical universe
yet ...
far beyond grasp
our claws raking deep the flesh of wonder
fiery glyphs raised
but in excruciating futility …
one day we'll laugh at its simplicity
and that day ...
God.
will.

weep.







Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, July 14, 2019; rewrite December 15, 2023

OPEN VERSE 13-14

RESPONSES
microcosm
show
 in a still
life
exotic
  emblems
in
    magnificent
detail
creative
  durable
meaning
a
closer
  experience
the
  essence
of succession
so
characteristic
&
  sensual
reflecting
the
unexpected
positioned
  discovered
with
  undivided
  attention

DISTRACTIONS
expressive
  resonations
rhythm
 reverberating
structuring
   contours
process
 the potential
in
prevai
prevailing
one-dimensional
straightened
imitative
balanced
  &translated
appearance
in the abstract
TRADITIONS
prevailing
so naturally
start anew
singularly
   profoundly
free
filling
 the organic
with
decorative
  linearity

Written

Mightier than the sword they say
This weapon of mass description. 
Little changed for centuries 
Through dip, fill, refill, magic. 
Trailing on paper
A story of where once was, 
Telling a story of where we are going. 
Power of words, ink, paper, language. 
That power to love, embrace, impart and despise. 
Sticks and stones will break my bones, 
Words can leave a deeper scar. 
Todays news no longer becomes 
the chip paper of tomorrow. 
The cliches written out time and time again
Down through centuries of type and form. 
The pen relays, portrait thoughts
Feelings, images and words. 
Still through the myriad words, 
Syntax and punctuation, still one dimensional. 
Nothing can replace
The spoke word, the face to face. 
Human interaction of minds met. 
Speech and hearing, communication. 
The beauty and simplicity, 
Of the human conversation.

Re-Inventing Yourself

The day I found out I could re-invent myself,
Was the day I came down off the shelf,
And became, more than just a one dimensional elf.

My American Daughters

I
My two daughters love Two States
Two ways, at least
They love Maryland & Virginia
They love English and Spanish
They love their dad and Mom
They love Democrat & Republican as American
They know the Constitution didn't make Parties
They Know G. Washington warned Parties
Divide anation, when electing should take best 'man'
For the job he refused to Name "king" - but Mr. President

II
My daughters proudly thank, work for America
We can't say much, dear patriots, freedom lovers
But they do data mining, sub-contracting for Feds
I have seen some AWARDS,  we sleep well
And Jesus gives us a clean conscience as we 'talk'
'US Constitution,' "freedoms," national & global citizenship
About academic freedom 

III
Those who "jingo" about nationalism, what
will you tell Jesus who reminded us: 
You are a citizen of heaven, not of this world?
( Reference: Paul's epistles, and Peters Letters in the New Testament." We are not one-dimensional             
 "Americans" - but as with "hats" as a member 
Of biological families:  know all the roles u play!

Beauty of Aurora Borealis

A one-dimensional photo cannot capture the beauty of Aurora Borealis
Mere ordinary everyday words could never explain these feelings.
I stare into God’s Iceland oasis sf blues, greens and purples
My heart and soul want to draw or write of it,
My muse knows better, she is too intimidated to get started
We both understand that there is only one entity who is
capable of drawing or painting it.
I put down my pen and lie back to enjoy
this ultimate gorgeous sky which can never be lived or felt
in the best of poetry, music, artwork or song.
Aurora Borealis, the work of the Master Artist.

Sting Like a Bee

Making up lies and rumors about my psychological state.
So you can exert your power through a dictatorship full of hate.
You hide behind your mask, and education.
As you blame the wrong person.
It’s apparent you made up your own version.
Your reality is different than mine.
I don’t withhold a double edged sword in which I fling.
As your stonewalling tactics sting like a bee.
Your idea of family is so dysfunctional.
As your condescending ways are beyond one dimensional.

Math **** By the Mossad

y Schrödinger equation, mean-field approaches are commonly developed. 
A detailed derivation can be found in Dalfovo’s article. The generalization of the 
original Bogoliubov description to the physical situation in real experiments is given 
by describing the field operators in the Heisenberg: 
 (2) 
Where y (x,t) is a complex function defined as the expectation value of the field 
operator and its modulus represents the condensate density. 
If we ignored the depletion of the condensate, the time evolution of the condensate 
wave function at temperature T=0 is obtained by taking the ansatz for the field 
operator and using the Heisenberg equation. Then we can get the Gross-Pitaevskii 
equation for the mean field (see some condensed matter physics text books such as by 
Chaikin), 
(3) 
The description of the propagation of noninteracting matter waves in periodic 
potentials is straightforward once one has found the eigenstates and corresponding 
eigenenergies of the system. If we consider a one dimensional sinusoidal periodic 
potential of the form,

Worm Hunting

Sunrise, a
lighter shade of gray
replaced a starless black.

Pines stand sketched -
one dimensional and sad,
shrugging - not knowing
if the day is
worthy of a smile.

While a robin adds
another twig to its
tightly woven hopes
as instinct whispers,

Worm hunting is always better
on a rainy morning.

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