OROBORUS©
WHAT THE MARKET BEARS
sun dried prunes are quite enough
to fill an abandoned shopping cart
they might have been productive
if not abused as blossoms
but then the tractors came
black diesel fumes
belching abandoned trees
IN A
CEDAR BOX
DOWN IN THE BASEMENT
a sheet of paper
was discovered and opened
it had this:
we are all the center
in fact everything is the center of everything
being-time is forty elbows
and seasons are sequences
knowledge predicts disease
provides treatments
yet allows pride to multiply uncontrollably
affects the uses of technology
and willful ignorance of
the reach of mind
beyond slavery and tethers
and on the other side:
far beyond the sequences of time
in sealed compartments
past, present, future
thoughts tether persons
knowledge is useful
but limited to particular things
which come and go
and what has it to do with casino wins
prizes in your cereal box?
which are more than coincidence
are they not?
after all
you place your bet, open the box at a certain place in time
and events are knowable
simply their sequence is the question
or is it?
OR NOT TO BE
somewhere in the background
maybe buried deep
is a need
shy perhaps
that bides its time
to nudge or shove
as the case may be
towards the unbelievable
a something without form that nonetheless
forms everything
it must be more real than reality
it's not an it
that much is clear
grasping won't work
birds fly
bugs hop
seems like everything is
it
TRIBUTE
AT THE END OF THE DAY
is the next moment
there is no final result
dried raisins are food
trees grow branches which grow leaves
that fall, decompose, become more trees
everywhere contributes to everything that ever
was, is, or will be
so there you go, Hamlet
whose outrage?
little known nor long remembered
numbered or not
passing before they're caught
our days are endless
THE GIST
RUINS OF LOST CIVILIZATIONS
the pyramids
the Mystery Spot in Scotts Valley
Faraday's discoveries
an MRI scan
language itself, struggling upstream, spawning
all drained of magic, all dreams
a calm sea devoid of ripples
the mirror lies
showing only a reflection
my dentist, Doctor Salem
says I'm in the 1% of people who
at my age
still have their own teeth
am I flabbergasted?
do I search for the light at the end of the wharf?
as though it ever mattered
it's all laughable
each moment is unique
not the usual, usual
and no big deal, though in a pinch I'd have to admit
it's also everything
those who built pyramids
or made plans for a new bay bridge
who sweep streets and arrest people for speeding
are just mowing lawns in a different key
I suppose music should have been listed when beginning this
I could rewrite it
maybe that would satisfy classicists
but I like the way it ends
PSALM
only silence is worth talking about
such a contradiction
everything contains its opposite
who is responsible for this?
each person a microcosm
the whole in every part
searches for itself
and how?
in silence
