Topology

She was there

Always already there.

She being the edge of space-time,

Her essence unfolding inescapable limits: structure

Ceaselessly renewed in disclosing-hiding at

Speeds faster than light, once thought asymptotic

Her face self-articulates

Quick flashes constituting fleeting liminalities of continuous flux

Always already polypositioned, always already nonlocally located

For her plurality of place playfully unified

By curving interweaving sections enter regulating centers

From which radiates in fleeting succession all colors, of the earth and of the Heavens.

Gravity-selected centers become faces and, then, only later

Objects,

With carbon residue always absorbed into

Hypergeometrical manifold of intersecting curvature

Where bright primitive rhythms stir thick consistency into

Vibrating infinitesimal grid-pulse horizon. 

Here objects born of pregnant imbalances

between spontaneous zones of objectsperm.

And naught exists save in the midst of tumble

As micro-clusters of klutzy ions electro-exchanging cosmic information in

Singularity radiating ambient eternity,

Inhabited by the angels.

Witness the City of God, but do not look long on the light.

For it, too, is already becoming illusion
When not allowed to disappear into night.

March 11, 2014

There is at first a great reaching motion with a claw at the end of it.

It grasps and grasps, itself a way of grasping, itself a way of grasping something.

There is a weight, there is a wait, there is a waist wasting time away in

carbon self-consuming body.

This weight nestled in claustrophobic chest clutching;

heart decides oxygen won’t be delivered tonight; eyelid signaling, diaphragm drops dead still, viscera wondering, waiting, weighting, reassembling, body drawn

into mass, falls into energy,
turns away from light.