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 Amore - The Double Prism - iPhone Six Plus

Amore

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We may start from The One

a tiny point containing everything

but when matter widens

molecules no longer touch.

Space starts to tick

and time starts to tock.

The expansion of the fixed heavens

makes it even more difficult

to understand the relationship

between ourselves and a Maker

or between ourselves and our smallest part

DNA or vibrating strand.

So far ago

where were we born?

The seed of our universe

may have sprouted

into the game of twos and threes

into an infinite number of atoms

molecules, plants, planets

galaxies

plans

perhaps even universes.

II

Two Greek columns

whose tops and bottoms meet

suggest something elliptic

the dancing of planets

the rotation of stars and galaxies

the music of the spheres.

Winding motions of the Deity?

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Between the lines of darkness and light

the chance human walks

empty

like a grey god

with neither complete finality

nor certain infinity

his brain a blank slate

between the circling lines of solid ink

and so it seems that he is nothing

until he meets another

who also circles with her eyes

the circumference of the India ink sky.

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A double zero

back and forth, left and right

connect in the nexus

of voids.

 

The Double Prism

 

In ageless cowl

or gangsta hood

he stares out from the double prism of the self

and with the flick of a finger turns the page

 

An image of the outside world drifts toward him

unfolds itself into infinite refractions

this way and that

 

This site that blows up within him

call it Alexandria

 

The light that enters his eyes

multiplies within him

like some arcane labyrinth of mirrors

 

Now lines of chemicals

the light re-converges in his brain

condensing the myriad directions

into a single image

somewhere between the optic chiasma and the visual cortex

From Wikimedia Commons: "This image schematically represents optic pathways from each of the 4 quadrants of view for both eyes simultaneously. It is a pseudo-3D image based on several 2D text book descriptions. I have combined these to represent both sagittal and coronal planes in one image. The graphical work is entirely my own work." (Ratznium)

From Wikimedia Commons: "This image schematically represents optic pathways from each of the 4 quadrants of view for both eyes simultaneously. It is a pseudo-3D image based on several 2D text book descriptions. I have combined these to represent both sagittal and coronal planes in one image. The graphical work is entirely my own work." (Ratznium)

The light that started from a universe of infinite complexity enters his eye

travels along the optic nerves and meets at the optic chiasma

to fire the microcosm of his cortex and leave him questioning

 

He wonders at the in and out

and at how the complex out became a world within

and how within the infinite world without

in mirrors bent as one

travelled out again on a single line of thought

How beneath the folds of his hidden brain

his world came together

once again

to stretch out the index finger of his right hand

and turn the page

 

iPhone Six Plus

 

I can barely get past the very first paragraph

before some idea sparks the idea

of ideas

as if thinking were meaning itself

and all that writing wrought was an X for the unknown

 

I let others worry 

about the death of the sculpted rhyme*

remembering instead

the words of the Kena Upanishad

Not that which the mind can think, but that whereby the mind can think

Know that to be Brahman the eternal, and not what people here adore

 

I read images, pounce on colours

as they shift from orange to green

creeping round the words

of a poem about poems

or like the

bamboo

stalks

that

resemble

the

spines

of books

 on a

photo

on my

study wall

or notes in the pink music of Mancini

verbs and clefs dancing on a thin black wire

or like a line of Sanskrit that only says "Sanskrit"

the dance of sound on metal rails

the curving images of words

and the words that sound these images

on six square inches of glass

 

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* In "Hugh Selwyn Mauberley" (1920), Ezra Pound laments, The “age demanded” chiefly a mould in plaster, / Made with no loss of time, / A prose kinema, not, not assuredly, alabaster / Or the “sculpture” of rhyme. 

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