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Category Archives: post-neology
there is no
there is no time
only timing
there is no mind
only minding
there is no wind
only winding
there is no spiral
spiralling
this statement is
this statement is true
no other statements are true
this statement is false
the first line is true
the second line is true, too
the third line is false
all preceding lines,
all are neither true nor false,
only wastes of time
now is neither
now is neither
sometimes
nor always
nor never
nor now
everything else
everything else
is neither all
nor none
nor some
nothing else
is neither all
nor none
nor some
something else
is neither all
nor none
nor some
A-Series
memory is Past
imagination, Future
and measuring: Now
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?
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
