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SCHWARZSCHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSE
In the space of a moment a universe can be engulfed, light pours forth from a black hole, suns rise over the event horizon, space curves in on itself until it is yesterday. Shrodinger’s cat feasts on Albert’s twins and the dice are just out …
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MESA
This night in cold moonlight earth rises up clouds float down ghosts walk the margin. Old ones sing now shall be then older ones still sing then shall be once to wolf and coyote. This season of north winds suns heat barren spirits rise up…
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RIPPLE
In this moment there is, and can be, no other. And when it is gone it never existed, much as the next will never exist. So it is with us, a reflection of the ripple of the long sunk stone now nestling the bottom of the pond.
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HOW IT IS
I came down out of these mountains once, emerged from clouds that built, blackened the sky, bleached and were gone, I slid on snow pack, I came down into the sage and piñon, lit my fires and purified myself. I ran with jackrabbits, imagined bears were coyote, coyotes cats that might curl in sleep…
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CLIFFSIDE AGAIN: HEKIGANROKU CASE 5
HSUEH FENG’S GRAIN OF RICE It is not the seeing but the looking that will drive you to the edge. It is easy to see, you hardly need eyes for that task, but to look is beyond seeing. Do you think this a mere grain of rice? Look closely, do you see the entire world?…
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DIALOGUE
She says the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that on a cosmic scale space is curved and no one wants the short straw anyway. She can, of course read him, a skill she notes, reserved to women, and one of infinite frustration to…
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NATURE’S VACUUM
Nature abhors a vacuum a fact not lost on God, who spent considerable time filling voids and creating vessels, pots and the odd variety of containers, some quite will suited to their contents and others, man as a shining example, illogical, and worse still, leaky so that once packed with thought and emotion it spends…
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ALBERT AND I
Time folds in on itself, the arrow bends, grows recursive we lapse slowly backward slipping into a protean state. Our universe is neatly bisected, the inner workings laid open showing craftsmanship far beyond our meager comprehension, as we cling to the surface, fear sliding deep into its depth, spiral freely in infinite progression, slowing, approaching…
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BOUNDARY
What is on the other side of this wall that is just too tall to peer over? No one seems to know, though many have surmised it is a completely different world looking little or nothing like the one we inhabit. Last week a young man picked up a ginkgo leaf and said “ahah, it…
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SPACE(S) TIME
Interstitial time locked in a rent in the continuum. Space is bent in on itself, a temporal Klein bottle. Inside the event horizon Shroedinger’s cat is compressed until the purr of the naked singularity can no longer be heard. The Escherian path winds slowly across the Königsberg bridges crossing each once until the twins are no…
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