Synjazz

Synjazz

L. Edgar Otto    04 October, 2013
(for Friday prompt at the imaginary gardens)


The universe cannot be described only by
its cyclic bouts of epilepsy or mystery of memory

Nor without feeling all, the sum total, the Omnium
be more than a phantom aura beyond the flickering light

Induced into epiphanies of perception or
catatonic coma to stop short circuits, blowing the fuse

You who said there was not a theory of everything yet
imposed your chains of virtual totalities on others
have come late to the game in your one room old school

Perhaps you do not believe in magic or moral law above
but have you not seen the variegated universe within you?

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Some hold a central place, only the higher angles to face
what beyond it is but half Adam's face beholding God

Or in the numbers game, grinding lens or making potions
tinkering with nature's sea-foam taffy steel simple machines

So cleaver that in the end philosophers can build the lever
that can lift the world, measure Earth by our axioms and runes

Or that gated cathedral space ship an endless array to which
all paths in the endless beach and plane yellow brick roads
we come home, time walk outside a canvass of our visions

The peach that was the embryo of your soul sorting errors
fetal dreams of birth to come then more beyond night terrors

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Arise! my child of Earth, the fall persists, the grays, the nothingness,
colors greater than Aurora's sources in our sky

Blinded by our own light or walls against the stars, doubt our worth
so choose if our world ends in a flood or fires

The rim of your volcano sleeps beside me multiple fits, starts
my once fire cracker then gets to the how to find the why

That we lose ourselves in the drinking, probing the Big Bang
drakes and damsels together for a season in groups to hang
migrate to the depth of stars enticing us with their wares

Can the thinkers find themselves deep toward nature's womb,
can also blind fainting fem fatal rolling eyes find otherwise?


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