Quantum Sagas

Finding Land

Like light leaving the room;
Leaves from their branches,
Departing without departure.
Wordlessly and lacking compassion,
Dissipating; dispersing,
To return in sporadic fashion.
As in bursts and perpendicularity,
Ever the more confusing to existence.
Like streams and swirled eddies
Intermeshing dynamically.
So, too, does the spirit leave the center
Ringed and shackled
To this bitter, facetious memory.
Falling across the grassy hillock,
Freshly trimmed
Like polished glass.
No friction, no counterweight.
Only paper and silicon
To pull mind to future.
To the apathetic condition.
Embracing comfort in logic,
In reason of the artificial.
Fighting like arguing
With your favorite friend.

.smw. [06.29.2003]

Holdoff

So close to the tips of the fingers
And the depth of the heart
And the depth of unity
Arduous is the road of the burden
Without navigation without sound
At a blanket's distance sewn and threadbare
Overshadowing the pathlet
Forever cringing forward
Edging, gravitating, mind-bending
Asking the impossible of the soul
Inhaling the cast energy
So that the rest is not just a reservoir
For the trickling still backwards
Affection
And the gushing flashing sideways
Attention
Not sorry
Not ruining it
And always forever motivated by your defiance

.smw.06.29.03.

Quagmire

Oh how consistently woeful, you do survive;
Treading in your perpetual sea of sadness,
You sit in a trance.
Do not sulk in your ever-dying standards.
To seek aid from the closest personal space
In a limited universe of conundrums
Is not where the freedom lies.
Like a kindred wayfarer I am, waltzing
Through your quagmire of moral quandaries;
Dilemmas and Consequences.
You with your tortuous ambiguity:
Expressions and innuendos.
Hints, suggestions and allegations.
Would that I would give you what you desire;
That of which you would deserve much more.
For what you are truly in wont of;
In careless desire for...
Is something of which I cannot offer:
Heedless affection and dauntless attention,
Coolest of warmth and most perilous of searing fires.
To have your being perched and heralded
Upon the most grandiose of love's peaks.
If only there were a soul to personify
Your emotions; your essence...
Only then would it seem in perfect tandem arrangement.
Only if the present circumstances
Approached us in a slightly different manner,
Wishes and charity would not be so unrealistic.
If it was easy to add or subtract years
Of wisdom and insecurity,
Then it would be simply so.
To have the equations of happenstance
So easily unmodulated
Would be a gift and a curse at once.
Instead, attrition will wear faith thin,
And the intended, meaningless thoughts
Will sentimentally fade
With passing seconds;
Passing laughter.

-SMW [06_17_02]

Aether

We are the guardians of truth;
The overseers of honorable life.
Fumbling around in a shadowless universe,
Through space and time
Like lost ingenuity.
Laying hands and guiding hope
Saddeningly ignoring our own itineraries.
We stretch to the seams,
Brimming with our own losses;
Only to explode one frail day,
Modicums of starfire.
Nuclear is our enlightenment;
Our rage a stream of fermions.
In mythril silver,
Inelastic and tarnished;
And opalescent gold,
Pliable and methodical
Like the aether through which we glide.

We are the rhythm and the reason;
A claque for the cosmological acts.
Tools for the mundane.
Interested in nothing, soulless...
Nothing more than filaments,
For the sole purpose of photo-kinetics.
Every photon a bit-stream of beautiful thought.
Packets of quanta,
Interchangeable and exchangeable,
Subtracting from the downward spiral of entropy.
Motivated by causal infraction.
Seeking far-sought goals;
Using them as a potential difference.
Using those goals as a foundation
To counteract the absolute sadness
Of being who we are.

We are the march of infidels.
Standing in every doorway,
Sharpening our skills
For the next patron of destruction.
We loathe ignorance and self-deceit,
Abolishing all messengers of sour intent.
Intricate ploys of cyanide and guerrilla tactics,
All meager adversaries to our faith.

We are the harbingers of great intellect.
We are the youth and the central populous.
Absorbing knowledge by every means,
Osmosis to experience
To pleas of manufactured stupidity.
Every synapse and neural network
Firing on pure will alone.
Electrochemical responses
Based on sheer gusto;
A drive to be more than our opponent.
We worship intellect as divine right.
Longing for pi and supersymmetry,
Quantum mechanics and Chaos theory.
Hoping to find the Higgs boson
In some darkened corner of the physical world;
Hovering in the oblivion
That comes by way of hallucination.
Violating text and the laws of nature,
Finding meaning in 1's and 0's.
So shall we process every frame;
Every checksum!
Until we reach heavily encrypted information
And KNOW the answer lies therein.

We are the fulcrum and the pendulum.
We are neglected and passed-over.
Singularities in the modest universe,
We travel beyond the event horizons
Of antipathy and apathy.
Weakened with the lack of feeling,
Always seeing the intrinsic good in everything.
On the backs of dragons;
On the bristles of a broom,
Walking along the eggshells of humanity.
Methodically, we strive to gain new insight
Into the psyche of this world.
Pained by the violence
And the fear of living...
The fear of dying.
Cold is the water
Drip drip dripping
From the faucet;
From the river.

We are the guidance.
We are hiding the truth.
Somewhere within the quantum foam,
Speaking in the language of mathematics.
Interpreted by the few,
Missed by the many.
A pillow of science,
A pellicle from vision.
Swimming and crying out
In a frenzy of spin and charge.

smw [12.19.2000]