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The Central Singularity

  The Central Singularity The blood of sadness is reality. The real stands far away from bloodless veins And not in shadows.  No duality As Zarathustra saw it swells or strains Inside the marrow of the universe. Inside its bones where quantum physics seethes The...

July 14, 1790

                 July 14, 1790 The rain slopped on le Champ de Mars so hard It was as if the air had disappeared. For this great morn the bishop gave up card- And dicing-table addiction.  Revered By no one as a priest, lame Talleyrand Approached the Mass in front of...

Twinned

             Twinned They dig to make foundations for a steel And tall glass building, but then come upon Rock hardened claw prints and a dragon heel Bone.  Eons held in darkness of the dawn Of death (which we call life) rear up in stone- Made stillness.  We encounter...

TRUTH: The Notice Board Was Blank Today, as Blank as Death

TRUTH: The Notice Board Was Blank Today, as Blank as Death Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I passed again that notice board today, The one displaying clever Christian quips That used to make me want to...