Curvilinear Dreams
How many
Inversions
Collocate to make a star
Become the eye,
Then the eye perceiving itself
Curvilinear Dreams
How many
Inversions
Collocate to make a star
Become the eye,
Then the eye perceiving itself
What’s Old is New Again
Rembrandt selfies
At the Met
The Explosion
Of light from one direction
Through window blinds
Could flower a compass rose
Or an impact
To the high night moon
The Manneport (Etretat) 1883
Drinking from,
Then steeping from
Monet was becoming
The elephant
Water Arrows
Descended from miles above
Landing gently,
Slowly melting
Into freshly tilled soil
Awakening a newly planted seed
As if its first watering
Was its first glimpse of light
Growth
At its periphery, its extents
In a mileu sometimes chaotic
It contains our quintessence
Both inflected
And unchanged
The Nile
The forever ship
Flowing from south to north
Even to the imperishable stars
Protagoras Reminds
The proof is not
In the pudding,
But rather
In the tasting of the pudding
French Staycation
The provenance
Of Provence,
Always Provence
Then
”There is no truth”
Then must it not be true
That everything is of that truth