Said true
Let there be false
So fell yes from the heavenly no
Over the surface of always moves now: Every therefore singing
I am
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Abacus
Equations are analogies
As ratios are similes::
The fulcrum of identity
Is equal sign: God’s scale
That transcendental parity
Threads the abacus
With truth-meaning-value
Threads the rosary…
From atoms to axioms to
Numbers naming points
It renders all the same:
A theory of everything
Pandæmonium of roundels
In a crowded puddle of rain
Which beads become rings
Before wavering from being?
Which seeds become words
Before wavering from being?
((:=is):(=is:)::(is=:):(=:is))
(Ratio equals is
is to
Equals is ratio
as
Is equals ratio
is to
Equals is to is)
Sparks
Scrying her nine million microscopes,
Mind drunk on laniakoscopy, she
Plucks with lust a loom of golden leylines
Harplike to focus the nlimnite crystal
At her one Gargantua Particle
Bestowed on the angels each, like their gnames,
The Particle: a corpuscle of God:
She enstashed that hraw monad in her mind
Working an eviternity till now
To coeurprehend its weird architecture
Crystal, keys, chi-glyphs each in syzygy –
Sophia wrings a splash of ylem from an
Ygg tree growing in her laboratory –
Crazy apples cooling on the timepane:
A wicker basket of black holes for snacks
The sounds of Yes om slow and molten from
Her intricate instruments – unichords –
For now is the wowly kairos! she sings
And tipping accidentally, her cup
Dispills its psychedelicacies. “O!”
Dripsy daisy the liquid seeps in deep
Drench-and-drowning her only particle
Oiling over those glittering leylines
With the quality of oh no. The Oo
Eximploded and Sophia with it
Oh, What I Would Let You Do to My Journal.
I want my words
in bed
with your rods and cones.
I’m a young gun,
but I can rhyme some sounds
and I am down to go down on
some extended metaphor.
I want you
to open wide
your eyes
and I’ll do mine
and we’ll read each other
and scream things.
I want discursivity
and your fluidity
and your phenomenology
and ontology
on top of me.
Let’s talk.
Let’s have a
conversation
about your form,
‘cause it piques me, honey bee.
Get me off
this screen.
I’d love to be
between your sheets,
wet with ink.
Let’s alliterate a lot
and let lyrics lick little
liminal spaces lightly.
Let’s write each other letters and seal them with kisses then tear off the envelopes with the hunger of younger lovers.
Let’s let go.
god’s garden
boring empties
question marked with wormholes
in one hand, the stars – the other
nine, dark
(∃x)
Lifetimes:
Each predicates
In the sentences of
The celestials’… arguments?
Small talk?
Logical Truths
Paradox of Material Implication
If I were to love you then you’d love me. Or is it the other way around?
Weakening
If only I loved you.
If only you loved me.
If you loved me, I’d love you.
You’ll love me only if I love you.
Excluded Middle
What if it were not the case that I either love you or don’t?
Of course, I love you.
I either do or don’t.
Now a contradiction: for how could it be – while not being the case –
that I either love you or I don’t love you? It couldn’t.
I either love you, or I don’t.
Narrow
Really
It’s basically
Just, at base – pretty much
You can sum it all up to be –
Essence
invincibility
“Not today.”
standing outside
when streetlights
turn on, it was
beautiful all
along outside,
where i could
have had a day –
maybe died –
and yet if fate
is a real thing,
there are moments
where you are
invincible where-
ever you breathe
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