Friday, November 15, 2013

A brief poetic distraction . . .

Several years ago I wrote a poem while in transit between one place and another. At least, I believe that's when I wrote it. You see, I got home, edited it some, and promptly lost it. Well, I finally found it, edited it some more and appended the date when I think I wrote it. I hope the date doesn't make it fiction, but even if it does I still think it's one of my better travel poems. Without further ado I bring you:

Information Dance

Sound.
Color. The
Air is a confusion of
Information.
Esters bunch in pressure waves as
Frequencies collide. One
Wave transmits another, permits
Passage, but
Not
Without
Interference.

Photons skim past the
Rarefied stuff of
Matter.
In the same
Space other ideas find
Transmission
Above us

Grand algebraic
Dragons bound among fluid clouds of chaos
Transposing genes through
Non-Euclidian space,
Fermenting synaptic construction and
Mixing,
Matching, giving
Passage while
Changing like
Two particles in a
Vacuum.

In this vast cosmic
Radiation of information
Our own attachments
Are both
Distinct and
Infinitesimal.

Next to unity
Beethoven measures the same as
I.


9 December 2011

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