dot the I’s and cross the T’s
make the final strokes
and once more glimpse
with critical eyes
a masterpiece
a hard won craftwork
laced with ancient words
and flowery prose
a story carefully not told
in black and white
a monument to the dashing of hopes
and the slow tortuous death of dreams
The mathematics of complexity dictate that
the flapping of a butterflys’ wings might lead to
a hurricane on the other side of the world,…
or, they might not. It’s not up to the butterfly
and even if there is a hurricane the butterfly
probably won’t notice; and even for a god
there may be no better way to know the outcome
than letting the computations pay out.
This does not mean that the butterfly is powerless
nor inconsequential.
The Pauli exclusion principle states that
no two particles can occupy the same quantum state.
So, just by its’ very presence the butterfly has forced
countless other particles to be elsewhere; and
by the flapping of its’ wings it has rippled out
countless changes into the universe that
continue to drive change forever forward in
subtle ways.
Even the photons, traveling at the speed of light,
experiencing their beginning and end simultaniously
in the absence of time, don’t know where
they will end up… but every one of them matters.
The universe is a question pondering itself
and we are each a part of the answer.
Flap your wings!
So, this is the edge?
Or, is it the edge?
It’s hard to know.
Like the event horizon of a massive black hole,
it bends a little more steeply at every step;
but never so you would notice.
It’s as if I know I’m being swept away,
but as anything caught in the current,
I feel no movement…
just a persistent screaming in the back of my mind –
an itchy thought –
a superposition of sheer panic, and dead calm.
Like camping on the boundary
between the immovable object
and the irresistible force –
carefully balanced so that time stands still;
with unimaginable energy, poised
just a twitch away from cataclysm.
I stare into the abyss, and perhapse, later,
if not otherwise occupied,
I will sit in the dark and sink slowly into madness.
I wish I had the magic words
to bring you safely back (to me)
to feel your touch
to hear your voice
and hold you by my side
I watch your likeness on machines
hear your vibrations in my ears
you’re far away
but oh so close
a sparkle in my mind
I wish I had the magic words
but somehow they won’t come (to me)
still I can feel
your memory
stirring deep inside
Impulses and waves, electricity,
invisible forces, flow in between
I don’t recall imagining
a world unreal as this
Reach out to me from where you are
as I reach out from here (to you)
imagine it’s
my warm embrace
and don’t let it subside
I wish I had the magic words
to bring you safely back (to me)
to feel your touch
to hear your voice
and hold you by my side
happy thoughts please
push away the darkening gloom
that threatens to consume
the room between my ears
by stoking all my fears
reminding me of tears
the years that went by wrong
the promises broken
the dreams undone
happy thoughts please
wash off the pain
remove the stains
repair the wonds
evict the gloom
before it turns the light to pain
the morning sun to a cold harsh intruder
painful brutal beastly heartless and unrelenting
happy thoughts
please
He’s seen a hundred come before
They’d rush ahead although forewarned
…and in their haste – get their “reward”
Another verse if you please…
He raised his voice to spread the lore
The signs he posts still go ignored
… as they scurry past the scattered gore
Another verse if you please…
Another verse if you please…
He settles back, can’t bear to watch
He shakes his head, and checks his watch
… and bides his time,
it ticks and talks,
then there’s the cRACk
that tells the tale,
A flash of red,
A tuft of fir,
A FLURRY OF UNBRIDLED MADNESS AND VIOLENCE AND SHIVERS RUN UP HIS SPINE SHAKING HIM TO HIS CORE CRUMBLING HIM TO THE GROUND IN HORROR, and, sorrow, and, loneliness, and despair…
The 2nd mouse gets the cheese.
The 2nd mouse gets the cheese.
Nowhere
Nothing
Zero
Zilch
A quantum foam
Seithing with fire
The emptiness burns
A glassy sea
And no this doesn’t ryme
It’s chaotic
Zilch
Zero
Nothing
Nowhere
Zoom
Out
IT does not compute
IT does not compute
Cat can haz compute?
IT does not compute
green eyes wonder through a smoldering sky
without blinking
without fading
piercing the blue orange gradients through to darkness and pinpoints of shiny twinkles
Slow
Blink
grumble rumble rumble rumble
rumble grumble tumble bumble
stumble grumble rumble tumble
rumble humble subtle mumble
WHOOOOSSSSHHH!
kaBOOM klatter clatter chatter tinkle tinkle chikatika
BOOM clatter tinkle crash sizzle pop pop
BOOM BOOM chatter clatter tinkle CRASH shatter tinkle CRACK!
BOOM whisper whisper whisper squeak