Monday, February 06, 2012

Causality

Controlling and composing, light shifting through the spat ire,
Comes at me, detailing how things are in other places,
I stand head-up in the garden, mouth open, torch to sky,
And sweep it carefully between two close stars,
Knowing my codes will reach them, apart by whole eras,
Cities falling for ever in the gaps between letters,
And the bubbling of safe, unstimulated Earthlings,
Will mean nothing arriving on those far planets,
Save for an empty discordant tone in their strange ethers,
A signal bent imperceptibly in the senses,
To shine in the eyes, or equivalent, they have,

In the far-away swamp, the rhythms are undisturbed,
The photons of our weather explore this distant space,
Seeing all this that we'll never see,
Then scream back, returning to our nerves,
Hitting the sheets of extended senses,
With all the colours ever existing in a single scrap of time,

And thinking of this makes the solid world strange,
I can feel the Universe linking, gripped in the hooks,
Of the Unified Fields, the double-headed arrow,
Promising a variable time, time lifted out of its vector,
To become Force and Direction, retrieving past energy,
What Caesar said recorded in the interference of light,
Proof of nothing ever destroyed, all and nothing at once,

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