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A Revelation - a Found Poem

Triangles tend to squares
tend to circles tend to
reasoning tends to forces
which tend to tending itself.

The law of attraction is attraction
to law which tends to the resolution
of perpendicular forces. 
 
From great circles, arcs vanish
because angles vanish together.
Equal be taken for equal and
things supposed will be.

The Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy(1846) 
Issac Newton

(Book I, Section XII, Proposition LXXI, Theorem XXXI)

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Dream I: a Hypnopompic Realization

Snapped into a block.


Feet planted in cool, grey cement at the deepest part of a cul-de-sac. 
Homes of others stretch on, their lights sadistically feeding the darkness.

A silver horn firmly grasped, a music stand facing me. 
A book smothered with ink sits upon the stand.

Time begins to slow...
Pulses begins to haste...

I interpret the music with the silver horn,
stumbling at each line with difficulty.

A potent storm begins to burst,
atmospheric aquifers have cracked!
Light, water! Wind! 

The ink begins to transfigure before my eyes,
what was an eloquent phrase of 24 notes is now a clobber of 113.


The Wind Bellows:
 
"No moon nor sun to light the way,
But clashing winds to fuel the fray! 

Expect to hear the things you fear, 
 Expect to lose the things most near!"



In the distance! 



The lights are dimming down the street...!
And suddenly...
They are off. 

Red screeching pain fills my heart...
every light has gone black, darkness has eaten its last course. 
Blood begins to flood my eyes like an ocean drowning a dune. 

I fall.
Snapped into a cool stasis.

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The Retelling of the Myth of the Legend of the Mythical Icaphus

"MY ARMS ARE SORE!" 
*silence*
"HEY!! DO YOU HAVE ANY OTHER ROCKS?!?!"
*silence*
"FINALLY. I DID IT! *HEAVES* "
"CA-CAAW!"
"No. You have to be kidding me. This absolutely sucks."

Legendary Icaphus then forged a knife from a broken bone,
And legendary Icaphus slayed the bloodthirsty raven!

The wings of the bird still intact, she sewed them into her spine
and she ascended - the boulder became a pebble.

Through the clouds she rose, around cascades of lighting, barrages of ice,
Massive black storm fronts became little grey plumes. 

The sun, though, grew more and more.

The winds grew thin and cold and her ravenous wings began to shudder,
The sun's glowing heat simply too marvelous.

The gasping sun pulled poor Icaphus into a brilliant oblivion.

Her soul was not effaced, but released from her gaseous corpse,
And it grew and it still grows infinitely larger,
Touching every star and all the planets and their moons. 

The twinkling night - this is where it gets its light.

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Winter In Rittenhouse

The park is nothing but a mass grave
for the plant kingdom when unravels the night. 
Winter's spectral feet whisper like a knave.

The flowers they did not save.
A cloud barrier and  light.
The park is a mass grave.

Every bough exposed, prepared to slave
many months carrying clumps of white.
Winter's footsteps whisper like a knave.

Mother's light diminishes like a hollow ocean wave
grass letting go of green sight.
The park is a mass grave. 

An old eucalyptus looked upon the ground and forgave
the clouds who stole the sun and bound him in blight.
Winter's gait whispers like a knave.

Light charged with icicle breath and the sky steeped in iron, let's be brave
before gravity's chants begins and the ground turns. The truth will bite. 
The park is a mass grave and winter's stride whispered like a knave.

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Frenzy

Frenzy
In a silent awe
sat a man, hands untied,
Under an abyssal spell of
Electro-convulsive paroxysms
But hidden from eyes of malice
Encased in lunacy,
A Rhythmic Peace
Frenzy

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Quartz

seconds, minutes, hours
round the crystal centrifuge
through all hows and whys

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Silver Heart

Deep in the spirit of its silver flare,
locked out of time- an engine of wind
with seven shapes begins to prepare.

Vibrating! A whirlwind has converged 
into a single stream of wind energy.
Piercing the atmosphere without mercy
gently, like a rose pierces the earth. 

Air becomes visible and humid, it is full
as the hands of time flex and relax
and clocks go to sleep.

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Blueberries

In the ripening air, petite blueberries of delight,
Barely ready to be devoured, so sour, float to me

and I catch each one with my mouth and I smush them.
Pulpy goodness almost satisfies. I tingle
like a dog during winter's first sprinkle.

The smallest - the sourest, are the hardest.
The sweetest I can mash with my lips alone.
My cresting tongue would like to savor.

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Ginger Ale

About to fold my sail, the eastwind from the north
came and swept my ship into a dusty bluff.

I howled like a steed fleeing without its missing leg,
plunged like gold coins into a salty well
into the great wheezing sea.
 
A delirium sunk me further until the sun
was but a wink and the wind a whisper.
  
I closed my eyes for the tides would surely
bring me once again to surface.

The winking sun became a heavenly stare 
the winds a chorale and the tides a thousand hands
snapping me from a delirious stasis

I took a breath and inhaled the whole world and all the suns.

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Nature's Love

A marble stair pressing up
The feet which press down
Featherless beauty, a glimmer in the moon

Water ripples around your name
Your identity hides carefully within 
This seashell a dog brought me.

Listening so carefully I can hear it:
Footsteps from heaven to earth 
Releasing inertia with a sound

Like the ocean fragmenting so softly
Right at the surface where the snakes 
Coil around you and embrace you 

Reverently (in the eyes of God),
Hissing and snapping as blood 
Comes to a boil - 

Ah, it's tea time!