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Frictionless

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March 4, 2026

My every surface exposed disrupts
perfect poison delivery system
specious propaganda machine moving
all that sweet rot to your tongue

Plastic ideal mirrored in every place
I try to see myself, so I can know
what I am, what I was made for
smooth skin, perfectly imagined visage

Artfully created by a man,
a reflection of his desire,
a frictionless encounter
controlling the interface 

that keeps me blind to my own agency
an education and liberation reckoning
I am the nucleation site of society’s pressures
beleaguered mystic transforming, nonconforming

spilling it all out into the world, refusing equilibrium
when I am rough, alive, and aware
no longer silent, compliant, clean, and flat
on the polished surfaces of your looking glass

You are not my intercessor, my priest, my lord
I am not your doll, your toy, your priceless art,
your credit card creature, your dead-eyed wife
but a sacred self looking not for a mirror, that
insatiable engine of an economy, but awe,
an ecstatic communion, an embrace

your army of shining liars
your false kingdom’s crest
cannot keep my heart out
5,000 years of her resonance
compel me to enter the temple
to ring Enheduanna’s secret bells 

En-hedu-anna’s Secret Bells (the Free Verses)

Tags: experimental poetry, philosophy, poetry

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Collision Litany: The Starling Equations

Filed under: Art, Mathematics, Metamodern, Mythology, Philosophy, Science, Writing — 4 Comments

October 13, 2025

van Gogh paints starry swirls on the interior of the hadron collider,
excitation modes divining the luminous day of a cosmic psyche,
ebullience of the creative moment as comets seed the earth

and physicists mistake his brushstrokes for data—
they chart the yellow whorls, plot cypress trees
against probability distributions, find God particles

hiding in the impasto – somewhere between
the canvas and the collision, matter forgets
it was supposed to be predictable

kaleidoscopic supersymmetry unveils strange loops,
circumscribed by the calm intelligibility of science
model agnosticism engulfs with purifying fire

in the ascetic refuge of an enchanted forest, imaginarium of enlightenment,
crystalline structures of specificity hide the occlusions of the unconscious,
chaotic clouds of information growing exponentially

until the monks in their laboratories can’t tell
which came first: the equation or the vision,
the fern’s fractal spiral or Mandelbrot’s ghost

they light incense that smells like uncertainty,
pray to theorems that pray back in quantum tongues,
and van Gogh—still painting in the collider—

laughs because he knew all along:
stars swirl the same way neurons fire,
and every collision is also a creation

Usha’s bifurcated tongue spreads duality across the canvas of the mind
sand shifting at the garden’s gate, encoding cryptic messages,
erosive ablutions upon the glittering souls of the dead

across the deep shaded valley starling calls and falcon cries unite
imploding singularity awash in Dionysian pleasure amidst an Apollonian
atmosphere, contrasting Wittgenstein’s necessary silence

Huysum’s flowers scry an ecstatic love, impulses flashing
like jewel inlaid symbols of eternity, cartography of virtuosic ambiguity,
as Richter explicates tragic materiality or sublime interiority

within this vale of soul-making, temporal and inescapable,
poetry’s fountain, a thousand headed hydra, reanimates and reclaims
Renoir’s river runs as the round world spins, days end and the end begins

in this elusive and fragile bubble replete with elaborate honeybee dances
Magritte’s surreal apple exists in its listening room
immortally intoxicated with the mystic universe

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