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)
(∃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.
Abstract Places
“The mind is not a sandbox:
Its contents bear consequence
In the material world
(Time must be measured
in the mind for
dunes change
underneath
a brilliant map of suns)
“The life is the creation
Of the contents of one mind –
Thoughts are things in the real world
(Deep in the orange
distance: a string
of tiny camels
inching across
the grand dunes)
“One does not build sand castles
In the mind then not build them
Again on the ancient beach
(At the edge
of this alamogordo
your chain-link
fence made out
of mithril)
ontoloberries
summers
pass, difficult
to hear, since sound waves slow
through sweet actuals, through
the tangible trees. summers come
slowly,
come soon:
hear those there-flowers opening
on extended days; smell
the qualia
grass grow
autonomia
when we kissed
you tongued your gum
to me so i wouldn’t chew
my cheeks bloody and
already, both our jaws
were starting to throb
(but not from the medicine)
my neurotransmitters had
already converted me to
a hard determinist, but when
the drugs receded mercilessly
up your spine, it almost
triggered tears to watch you
realize this happiness wasn’t
your creation, your pupils tightening
around the last of the synthetic
bliss, your mood melting between
my fingers and into the ice cream
sunset, your sense of free will
evaporating and the geometries
underneath your choices exposed
like a femur breaking through skin
when we kissed
we absolutely had to kiss
like the perseids had to burn
Q and not Q
so close
to your gravity
i both am
and am not
a strobelight yang-yin,
a polarized
whirligig,
an infinitely-sided
coin flip:
so fatally close
to quarking up
into pieces of
raw nonsense
from the intensity
of your gravity
my mind un-monads
into zeroes
but no ones
sober
as an oiled knife
my consciousness cuts through
itself-itself ad absurdum:
no blood
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