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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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ISSA PAUSES
first snow of winter white coated Buddha dreaming of chrysanthemums prayer flags unmoving in the stillness of morning summer or winter? tomorrow is gone, yesterday has disappeared. what moment is this?
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BULLET TRAIN
From the window of a speeding train the rice fields seem like carpets, today the gold of the alchemist’s dream, just months ago the green of imagined grasses over the next hill. When I sit down to dinner in Osaka, will the rice nestled in my chopsticks tell me of the dreams of those who…
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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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TELLER
She claims to see the future in a glass orb, in the palm of a hand, in the cards spread out on a small table. He knows all history is written in books is retold in stories is buried in successive layers of soil beneath the city. Neither walks along the shore see this wave…
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TIME(LESS)
He is fond of saying that time is on our side, although we both know that time does not take sides, is incapable of action, is passive in passage. It is something of which we may never have enough, but we are certain no one has more than we in this moment. He cannot imagine…
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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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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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Before there was a big bang there was what. Before there was life there was who. Before there was space there was where. Before there was time there was when. Before there was there was why.
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PERIPHERAL VISION
Open your eyes. What do you see? The sky Close your eyes. What do you see? Nothing Then open your eyes. What do you see? The sky Close your eyes. What do you see? Nothing Now open your eyes. What do you see? The sky and a large hawk…
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