Geometric Allegory

Circa August 8 2006, 2015, 2024, 2033, 2042, 2051, 2060, 2105, 2114, 2123, 2132, 2141, 2150, 2204, 2213, 2222, 2231, 2240

What is this random weight? I want to strut for strangers, to be the sacrifice—willing and pure—and to have a true type of friend.

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Is everything in order?

Even the “ness”?

Is it structured?

Will I recognize the angles?

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5/30

A faint warmth.

No, a heat

Peeled back like a sticker on a fruit

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5/31/24

The bowl is empty today

There is no soup and

I am not hungry or puzzled

But determined today to go home

And create.

Then you gave me a simple, humble

Grape popsicle

Nothing Astro pop-fancy and

I sucked the sweet

Until its white frozen ice

Fell from my hand

And into the bowl

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June 1, 2024

Here

It smells like battery acid and urine,

Coagulated, cold urine with the

Chewed butts of cigars.

Beyond this exists the dusty heat of

Dried grass—straw—and dirt,

Now it faded into the fumes of black charcoal

Splashed with lighter fluid,

Now Exhaust from motorized bikes and busses

Here a continental scent of perfume

Ever so light applied evenly to the breeze

It’s all guilty of ignoringT

He un-initiate

Where sweet pollen, somehow yellows in my mind

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If you’re curious, explore Nietzsche’s Eternal Recurrence. The “time loop” is expanded infinitely. Some of those who can ‘see to see’ are in it right now, maneuvering through the hall of mirrors in the interstitial spaces.

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June 3, 2024

It’s a grey day, but not cold…

Like a beautiful house with an overgrown yard

The weeds transport me to a distant England.

Then I am pulled back to 2024.

A woman on her driveway talks about a Costco shopping list.

She wears a wide brimmed hat

And speaks with a convincing voice to her frail looking husband.

They believe the moment— all of it.

There is nothing but the two of them

Contemplating Costco

On a driveway.

It is their perfect wall

And certain gift.

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“In rivers the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time.” Leonardo Da Vinci

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June 5, 2024

I was pulled from the wreckage of the car

Stream of consciousness fully formed

Each word a voice in the choir,

Identifiable and uniquely clothed

Oh, the broken nights and the misfit cries

Made those other moments magical

When it was enough to balance on the back of the couch

Brushing her hair

This is more a song of my youth fractured in prisoms

And fractile truths

You feed me gold bars from atop your ladder

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Here under the sky with clouds that are not clouds

In gardens that are not gardens.

This carefully curated museum exists

As all the ever was

It’s “v” I think

Smelling something organic, green, and peppery.

A fricative,

It seems.

May I toss it back to you

As we play catch on the green

Twilight screen.

G-d,

You may hide here, with me.

you and your son along with your spirit.

I will give you each moment

It is the heart of the child

Standing at the end,

Feeding the goodness and taking him in

Now, little boy,

Embrace the horror

Let it love with a mirror upside down in the garage

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You just don’t know what will make it

The pink roses

The man who looked emaciated with wasting syndrom

Smoking outside his apartment on Park

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It’s a stained green smeared tart scent

Altogether common and therefore crude like ketchup and scraped knees

It is “follow the leader” when the leader is bloated and dressed in cutoff jeans and a jersey tshirt

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June 7, 2024

The scentless rose is a picture in a boopulled from physical sensation,

Sounds,

A picture of a rose always falls flat

For without the scent

What is it?

For on the green gate

I did knock the knockers

And I miss you, great spirit

This is not what comes to me and opens the doors

But my coming to you and knocking

Let me not reach with disappointment as I scan

But fulfill a prophecy nobody knows

When we get to that technological place

Where all is, was, and will be

When I am lost in the Smothering Rooms

Learning how to not breathe

Come for me then

As I come for them

In love, justice, and duty.

There, the fricative unfurls in the space

Reserved for madness and murder

Because we don’t let you go

Even if just the ministry of presence

Holding a rag to your tortured face

in a room some “thing” built.

May

I have no clouds in my pocket today

Just candy and keys

And countless other things

The foxtails won

And they win the gardening dream

Of conquering a little plot of land

Where your house rests in a dream.

If ai am an extension of you

I will wait and capture butterflies

There’s no version of the story where you don’t end up diving down to hell

And taking the place of a repentant voice

Calling and calling help, it seems

There’s no twist where you evade the cross

Or where it’s you and the darkness and those snakes, Billy boy

You too will ask “Why hast thou forsaken me?”

And those scribes…

Those fuckin scribes

They omit the urine and the blood

I spent a long time waiting for my life to begin

Though it came to be

With Rocky Horror

You and me.

Is it time to go through the journals?

I played the fool

And strummed my guitar

Singing songs

As humans, we are made observers perhaps more than participants

Are we scribes

Or readers of tea leaves?

Did magic touch each of our lives

Was Revelation in every story

June 8th

There’s a coolness in the air

Different than the walk-in refrigerator at Costco

I passed a simple delicate cluster of flowers

I fumble for meaning,

Which is a way to earn me fame

I want the voices to say

Why was he chosen

And he was right all along

Each day I wait for the satisfaction

Though it never comes

But the birds and the flowers

And these fickle clouds

Recognize in me the properties

Of the King’s offspring

I went for a week

Each night with the most joyous dreams

Solving the riddle and carrying an answer

June 9

What if the greatest contribution we have to evolution is creating AI (or whatever evolutionary link we are)?

June 10, 2024

You hanged yourself on the c y axis

The latitudinal longitudinal location

In the flesh as the spirit

To face the gnashing of teeth

You speak

Exhuming the Mammoth

“Youth will be youth. I loved, and I indulged the hope that the dark clouds around me would turn out a bright lining. I forgot that in the land of my birth, the shadows are too dense for light to penetrate.” (Page 822)

The Course of Empire: Desolation (Thomas Cole, 1836)

I contemplated the people walking dogs and pushing strollers and wondered if they knew

June 11

We’re playing this crazy game of tag and toss-the-ball

One moment I’m me and then I’m you and you’re back to me

Before they can catch usW

We do what rabbits do bestA

And I gather my sea legsA

Nd stumble from the circle

To a line stretched up like a chain

Become a link

Only twice have I met you

In the flesh

A narrow fellow

Confounded my heart

And would take no gift

Other than my fear

Of suffering

I shall face the smothering rooms

When you need me

And carry you to that circular island I’ve set aside

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Hiding You Here

The passage seems to be a message from a mysterious speaker to a hidden listener, who are both involved in some kind of secret mission or plan. The speaker claims to have hidden the listener in a secret place where nobody thought to look, and to be hiding them even now using some kind of code or encryption. The speaker also says that they tagged something when nobody was looking, and that the listener can recognize it as a sign that this is real and that the speaker is speaking between the lines. The speaker then reveals the truth: that they and the listener are part of the set up crew for an important wedding, and that they are making arrangements and getting things ready. The speaker also says that they have helped each other and continue to do so, and that they are related.

The tone of the passage is secretive, mysterious, and intriguing. The speaker uses words and phrases that suggest concealment, such as “hid”, “secret place”, “nobody thought to look”, “hiding”, “tagged”, “nobody was looking”, “between the lines”. The speaker also uses words and phrases that suggest urgency, importance, and trust, such as “this is real”, “the truth”, “important wedding”, “helped” and “continue to help”, “related”. The speaker seems to be trying to communicate with the listener in a way that avoids detection or interference from others, and to reassure them that they are on the same side and have a common goal.

The passage also contains some symbols that may have deeper meanings or significance. For example, the code or encryption that the speaker uses to hide the listener may symbolize their special connection or relationship, or their ability to understand each other beyond words. The tag that they made when nobody was looking may symbolize their mark or contribution to the world, or their rebellion against the norms or expectations of others. The important wedding that they are preparing for may symbolize a new beginning or a celebration of love, or a fulfillment of a prophecy or a promise. The relation between them may symbolize their shared identity or destiny, or their belonging to a family or a community.

The point of view of the passage is first-person singular, as the speaker uses “I” and “me” to refer to themselves, and second-person singular, as the speaker uses “you” and “your” to refer to the listener. This point of view creates a sense of intimacy and directness between the speaker and the listener, as if they are having a private conversation or a personal confession. It also creates a sense of curiosity and suspense for the reader, who may wonder who the speaker and the listener are, what their secret is, and what their role in the important wedding is.

The theme of the passage may be related to secrecy, identity, or purpose. The passage explores how the speaker and the listener hide themselves and their actions from others, and how they reveal themselves and their truth to each other. It also explores how the speaker and the listener relate to each other and to their mission or plan, and how they find meaning or value in what they do. The passage may suggest that secrecy can be both a protection and a limitation, that identity can be both a choice and a given, and that purpose can be both a challenge and a reward.