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Strangers in a Loveless Shape
Paradoxes of the mind
and tricks of thought
bring us to the height
and depth of civilization,
the mind an energy
like that of a wave with the crest and trough.
But correlation can be coincidence
and there are strange wings
that flap in the most opposite of medians.
And really, what is the surface
but a thin tight rope
with more dimensions upon closer look,
a one-dimensional line
that exists only
until closer inspection,
tossed about and recycled,
formed again as something different.
The fisherman will say
Tsunami means silent wave.
Nothing more ironic to the coastal farmer.
It’s a lot like trying to write the formula
of something observed
through something that observes it uniquely.
We’re speaking of a distance here,
a gulf.
Meaning, what does it mean to be infinite
if everything increasingly expands?
So, into what does the mold throw itself?
And what is the status when the thoughts burn away?
Progression and Stalwarts
I’ve always been on the verge
of a love even when there was nothing
to deify.
When I found her and she realized I found her
there was an immediate distance
from my not wanting to exploit anything.
I’m repulsed more by Orange County, California
than bleak Chicago high rises or huts with dirt bottoms.
Infinitely better is the long walk south
along the undulating peninsula past
the ocean’s mountains that rise black
through gray mist, through the glassy
water that’s punctured every hour
or so by the spouts of Gray Whales,
the threat of kidnapping rivaled
by the atmosphere of Styrofoam
and other buffering norms,
lights far and few,
like the world of my supposed to be.
Views of endlessness. Years on end
when “God” is the farthest thing,
religion a word I used to know
when hearing the discussion
of the horrible days of colonialism
and the wars of terror.
Things are exchanged. Things have value.
One thing is worth three of something else.
Without a dissertation - without words
thrown like darts at a clean sheet
of paper, as if each word were a stake
that pinned down an inherent elusiveness
we know.
And these things we all know
simply because we are alive,
are slowly changing.
c2005 Joel VanNoord
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"Nude exp 74a" 2003 Alexandre
Nodopaka
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