Ultraviolet

A year of ultraviolet.

In this verse,

you and I,

looking past the

night sky 

to see

stars

as

they

are.

---

Theoretical Artist

This search for 

god,

a never ending quest

of riddles, 

puddles, 

madness,

multiplicity. A little bit of 

clarity. 

Then sadness.

Today

maybe the worlds 

going to a 

better

place.

Real as dirt.

Dazed and confused.

Deepened, turfed.

I’m not the answer, man.

I’m the question 

kind.

And these endless

joints have gotten

me to a point

that there’s holes in

all my 

clothes. 

---

Storm

Somewhere in Rhode Island,

an island unto itself.

Away from Providence, it dances left,

right, left, right;

Left is a sketchy memory.

Faded the colours may be.

A swing in motion.

Stars, tides and the ocean.

Atlantis alas breathes its last.

Breathe

---

The Box

A no boundary proposal,

Euclidean first

then Lorentzian.

First,

back and forth,

geometry like shuttle 

clocks.

Sum over histories,

imagination.

Sport.

What’s real, whats imaginary,

boreal struts.

Who really knows..

Who has the guts?

Subjective symmetries,

all but constant.

Grey-layered

mystery,

and zero’s momentum. 

And 

back again

the same way.

Ever-dimensional in

tensional integrity.

Adapt and sway

and

many a void decimal place.

Just particles and

waves,

in fractal fields.

A rusked spectre

that’s spiked like

forever.

Sunset eclipsed the 

universe,

a little bit divine.

Too few are the

galaxies that collide.

A night sky with dancing lights.

An illusion’s movement, bound,

delight.

---

Swirl

Perspective in place,

time sees to perceive.

Now unfurling,

reasons to be.

A swathe of pipes,

who knows, who’s eyes?

A roof unto life,

with an “I” to 

define.

She sighed in relief;

a breath to all kind,

to hope and to dream,

and one to

breathe.

Weaving in 

strings of memory.