Tag Archives: #freeverse

Lunatics

Meet me in the middle
Of the megaliths

Do unto me
As you would do unto me

Let why equal two:
Let our cold congregation send

Shivers across the wheat
Watch the stalks fall in

Strange crescents
Press the pampas into mandalas

What wily wind comes
Whipping through the truth trees?

Sweet lunacy!

I scrape my knees
To worship thee

That williwaw shakes
My weeping willow wakes

Navels in conjunction kiss
(Overgrown mound (buried omphallus))

Our legs a knobbled gordian
Knot: We braid new helixes

:Spit and sweat
and seed and mist:

Meet me in the middle
Of the megaliths

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?