poetry

I am what, am I? A marvelous collection of plasma cogs. Tiny dancers, fluid, moist body. Blood. Cytoplasm Mitochondrial Membrane. My insides, out. Spiritual Alone. I am an enclosed network. An intranet of frail thoughts. A curated list of careful phrases Generative sentences Heaps of random strings Pluck pluck pluck Note the rhythm Divine. Endoplasmic reticulum , the nucleus. The staircase to heave, in and the relief. Release. A small pattern against His sky. [Read More]

Unvollständigkeit ohne dich – es vergiftet sonst, verhungert.

P ≠ NP, doch.

Unsere Liebe schien einfach nie möglich

Ich weiss ja fast nichts.

Informationen sind ja knapp. Genaus so wie Liebe.

Wie kann ich beweisen, selbst mit einer Weißen Blume

und damals mit ungleichen Blütenblättern

“Sie liebt mich”,

so beginnt es.

Aber niemals gleich.

Versuche dies zu beweisen, bis alle

Schönheit sich auflöst.

I am the dust on moon that’s never blown over but remains. I am the powdered wings of the dead moth. I am the water in a rock pool, still, with knowing awaiting the tide to wash over salted strains. I am the silence between the strings of harp. I hold all potential to the glint of light on water, before it shimmers. I am the immovable mind that which takes care [Read More]

I looked up at Antares

but Antares did nothing to acknowledge me.

I looked down at the dandelion

and it could care less.

I walked toward a tree and scared half a dozen birds.

I stepped on ants, scared a harmless snake and

a gecko left left its tail behind,

for me to find

nature is simply a brief diversion from

what lies beyond this precious moment.

There’s a 🌌 universe in my room, and a

tiny broken world just outside my window hope

If not for the weaver

keep building

keep bending

Weaving through seasons

Through stars end reasons

Brighter than our sun, Bright as the window beyond death, The light in the universe Cleans the eyes to stone. They prayed for lives without visions, Free from visions but not blind. They could only drone the prayer, They could not set it down. And windows persisted, And the eyes turned stone. They all had faces like statue Greeks, Marble and calm. And what happened to love In the gleaming universe? [Read More]