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choose future floods

emerald waves
over lifeless child
flowing dress
dancing red prevails
thousand miles
grazing in the grass

mind bibles
vivid infinity

bent quarters
tree strung tire
thorn bound fruit
lost towers
throwing tears
vision cranked

timeless enlightenment
choose future floods

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Poetry

the thought experiments

a thought experiment
on time and motion
reveals no evidence of time
rather progress

if now is all that exists
the past a ticker tape of history
a record
future progress yet to be transcribed


the light of me

when ears cease to exist
sound persists

hear and be heard

touch and be touched
feel and be felt
see and be seen
taste and be tasted

think and be thought

invisible waves bend drums
quality of skin
detached from quality of sound

light in me shines
bright and lighted

when the flame flickers
the intensity remains

the light on me shines
for the light is me

light and be lit


our outer voices

the brain lights up
on the imaging monitor
when receiving
external signals

eyes detect light
theoretically eons away
but today only meters
regardless from the past

ear drums vibrate
from far away sounds
today though from buds
regardless from the past

as are odors reaching nostrils
tastes on the tongue
and touches to the skin
all from the past

perhaps barely measurable
all our senses
can ever know
is history

the brain lights up
on the imaging monitor
when sending signals
or maybe not

today i think
that maybe my thoughts
are yet another signal
received at this fleeting moment

and just as the searching eye
may not see
as the hearing ear
fails to listen

distracted by the shiny object
talking rather than attention
senses lagging behind
handicapped further

not smelling the roses
eating without tasting
touching but not present
moments passing meaninglessly

likewise our outer voices
muted by thinking
rather than received
by quiet observation


passing the time

our families are connected
although separated by planets
by a game of catch
dating back generations

there was a time
before leather mitts
and stitched balls
when all we threw were rocks

the distance so impressive
rocks were caught
a full generation later
with gloves still primitive

thrown back was a ball
of nothing other than
tightly wound yarn
flying through space

the distance so impressive
balls of yarn were caught
a full generation later
with laced leather mitts

caught by modern civilization
balls with centers made of cork
wrapped still with yarn
and covered with stitched leather

each generation
one after the next
catching ancient history
with the most modern technology

each generation
one after the next
throwing today
receiving the past


building balance

the scale is level
fifty clay chips of white
fifty clay chips of black
each per side

add one black
remove one white
seemingly even still
the count one hundred

intensity remains constant
chips placed
chips taken
white and black

black and white
balancing
unbalancing
hardly noticeable

the scales are tipped
over days weeks years
intensity fading
chips broken and lost

unbalanced and weak
aging beams
retired and discarded
of use no longer

the scale is level
fifty clay chips of black
fifty clay chips of white
each per side

add one white
add one black
even still
the count increasing

mass of clay intensified
chips placed
and placed again
black and white

white and black
unbalancing
balancing
hardly noticeable

the scales are leveled
over days weeks years
intensity building
chips mended and found

balanced and strong
aging beams
calibrated and oiled
carrying the clay 

-ajds