the caryatid swept through unexpectedly
re-entered a state, a portent fulcrum
it was never wednesday without her
the serpent swung around snug
the y axis
it was always that relation
x to y
and the intersection of such
be it individual or interpersonal
we could all see fit to be there
wrapped up in her mind much unlike
the way we left it
the links between her question marks
and their inklings would better
fill a room
but that’s all it was, filler
like philomen onesimus
they remembered
the story of their birth
in the one mind
their prison
their magic
their resurrection
forever to live as thought
what was the path of the sun
different this time or like the others
they being thoughts of the sun
as it had been in the beginning
they being the flares of the sun
would it be again in the end?
they had lost the way between fates
libertines of or captives to free will
collapsing wave functions
undetermined and determinant
contingent
in some realities
the caryatid is filled by spirit
moves without effort
in the grace of the flow
in the one harmony with all
she could keep this vibration
she could keep the sun spinning
in some realities
what is faulted is left
it pulls back but she is already
made of salt
one met of fire
to call the other catalysts,
come, tonight we drink
they gather in thought in bodies
codified in their constancy
melded of patterned thinking
reinforced by repetition
put forth, constantly put forth
in offering without knowing
its calls
in omega transcendent yet
to be thoughtless, to be faultless
free in nothing, where before the
light inhales, in the space
between breathes
where they want without need to live
facile
married to fission, beyond time
reconciling all to naught
E=ħω/2
2011
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