dimensional planes, calabi-yau spaces— integral collapse; time nested in time where does—and what does it hide? inquiring minds: an event, a horizon. spy inside; from outside we try without light or life, what’s confined? fascinated, quantifying infinite draw— infinite colliding #poetry #physics

blanc brothers the fiddler went to #mint a few notes, but they were plagiarized, said the bard. counterfeit, countered the fiddler. exasperated, the bard started to play— the fiddler joined in. the rest is as they say: another verse for another time. #micropoem #bravewrite

ashen verdict, pedestaled on vertices. gavel galvanizes solidarity: dust flies— particles of past passing, passed: collapse. antiqued area, antiquated inaction. #symphony of syllables salivates salaciously. the news: incongruent tabloid clippings. sanity held hostage with a ransom note. #vss365

admittedly, studying for a test i know all the information for is more difficult than one i am not familiar with. so why study? 400 dollars... that's why.

eyes stretch like smiles, an uplift gaze. soft dozing of nuzzled nosing— a crinkle flocks. a twinkle shines in opulence, oil-like malaise. curls dare and dangle near, dark-laden locks. and when she laughs, my heart— it nearly stops. #poetry

botw the inhale as he left to save the princess— a single heart and a hope. sword swinging low, shield held up high, to fight the many foe, into the #wild we go. eight-bit of a beat— it’s zelda we seek, to save from ganon, to be the hero, not the meek. #bravewrite #poetry #fun

folds, pleated—like laundry, at the knees with intent; praying: fragrant essence all that was ever asked for lost in linen, hung to dry— but the breeze has its way, swaying thoughts, grazing on tall grass, onto leaves; a canopy's calling to dusk: fly but a whisper, should one bend an ear #poetry

she would share every sunrise, in hopes of being his dawn. #micropoem

sometimes the only thing you need is something to sing along to.

he would share every sunset in hopes of being her sunrise. #micropoem

FRR segmentation, fractured bytes bitten binary, broken biometric scan fail: please try again greeted by glow; nature by none lost in clouds, shelled ghosts retract heading. spin. unwind timing lost—discohesion digital disco, data economics: histrionics. reed-solomon recovered in gold #poetry

the curious rising in eyes wide— open and intricate, delicate and invited. two, now one: united, draped in hair, smiling loud. all he sees glows in sound— a lipped word, a phrase unheard, yet felt by soul, followed by touch. and as the lips danced, they sang: you— you are enough. #poetry #vss

banded strands, vacuous space amplitude of longitudinal axis planar plannings, unplanned ringed by chaos: epitome of efficacy what won't churn, burns lubricant between sleeves upward—directionless a trick unseen misdirected visions who, what, when was it looking? a glance of a glance away #poetry

a sheet cast in white, scissors resting—how they shine. alight were his eyes, cutting holes wide—two, side by side; adorned, then worn. he sat in wait behind a door, and when they passed, he was sure it #spooked them more than they had ever been before. #vss365 #fun #poetry

an intersection of three lines— a stanza, or a corner. it paints the room with shape. but of color, who speaks loudest: light, shadow, or angle? it panes the room with gradients. transpondence of transcendence— frequency to infinity. #poetry #physics

would you step into uncertainty for the sake of truth? would you trade comfort for the weight of tragedy— a pillar to stand on, forged by peaks and valleys: from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows? #poetry #philosophy

is there a betting pool yet for greenland?

it’s either facial #cream or the remnants of a good time— no one dared ask to confirm. #bravewrite #micropoem #fun

the fastener frees—snapped clean. button-brimmed, stamped thin. the click not quite the zip, a resounding sound—quick, a hit. #micropoem #writetomusic

while everyone went click, he went clack— the #oddball in newton’s cradle. #vss365 #micropoem

specular albedo step through shadow, marble—shown white, glowing moon dancing in reflection, across patterned cuttings, grout-shadowed; two shadows dancing— motive motion smitten smattering: tap toes, roll heels— a threshold, they yield; they heel how daring the dare to enter: uninvited #poetry

clementined and tangerined— soaked in orange, but more than color juice sprung springs, honeyed pools flowing across meadows, down hilltops, into valleys where crevices sipped slowly as though lingering: they lapped tongue touching lips, slathering— as though withdrawling, southern-like #poetry

optical delusion #mirror: distraction of refraction. to be stuck in vanity: insanity. #bravewrite #micropoem

peculation of voice— perpetrator of sound, stolen from the mouth of a motor. unknown overture, roaring: a repulsed, concussive force— concessive clauses cowering to a cacophony of clattering, chiming bell tolls to bury beneath: in a cluttered coffin, screams echoing to eternity. #poetry

#photography #sunset #saltlife #porto #portugal #travel #nature #shoreline #beach

I'm gonna need all the healing vibes in all the worlds pointed at this guy, please. I'd even take thoughts and fucking prayers.

her longing lifted the horizon. she fixed her gaze past long ago and never looked back. #micropoem

into entropy we dive for answers— every observation causing reaction, how #clueless the causality, bound by measured metrics of matter. #vss365 #poetry #physics

#haikufeels tag resolute cutting the tags off gifts I should return

i call this: easier to get on the rocks than off #photography #portugal #porto #travel #saltlife #shoreline #art

#vss365 to say he’s clueless implies he might have a few best to say clue-free #clueless #SenryuSunday

where is their hope now— left on the ice in the cold, with only knives. was it imagined it would hurt itself? wounded, watching, turning bark into twine, twisting twine into skates, to be seen— as if a figurine spinning in brilliance. but winter wasn't long enough to keep them down. #poetry #vss

the best of me is all i see, and all i hope for them— while not near, distance cannot separate such a bond. when she smiles, my heart skips a beat. when she’s sad, it’s robbed of them. for all that i am has no meaning without her. #poetry #emoetry

be patient with yourself life moves too fast to be understood collisions disguised as stillness motion acting calm consciousness cannot hold everything at once time is mercy a way for meaning to arrive in pieces small enough to survive so take your time no truth is chasing you #poetry #philosophy

is everything poetry? yes, said the poet to the meal— speaking without a mouth, eating with one: the irony. was it good? we never thought to ask. we devoured under the guise: you are what you eat. #poetry #eatmywords

turbulence of scale life’s a beach—no: it’s an ocean, crashing at the edges, chaos dictating chaos. #micropoem #photography #travel #saltlife #coastline #shoreline #ocean #waves #nature #poetry #art #philosophy

he painted with words, hoping to make them beautiful— then caught his gaze in the mirror. no: they were backwards. #micropoem #fun

stochastic sometimes people are in love without knowing it. sometimes love isn’t what people think it is. and the fact that none of it makes sense— that’s the #balderdash of it: beautiful in its own way. #vss365 #poetry

The suggestion of the ability to be worse is one of the oddest points humans make during arguments.

vessels sprawl beneath lids blood of eyes, fallen, follows flowing upward, inward, outward words: calling—open and as we look, what do we see? inverted inversions, flipped fancies sense teased from nonsense the end: edge of understanding staring back at us and as we look, what do we see? #poetry

thieving his heart, her sky hungers, ever so— its stars burning. a goodbye disguised as the a c h e of motion, he leaves behind the gravity of his love, f o l d i n g time. #poetry

The wolves were howling on the moon last night. Begging to be let in. Steely toothed smiles & sweet agave melodies to wrap my soul around. Dressed in Merino sheep & smoking a clove ciggy, the wolf said to me: Remove yourself to the reliquary. Keep your heart safe

#throwback #music #bustamovetomorrow

"should", internalizes tyranny

it's only brave if you survive: otherwise, it's stupid

left alone with thoughts, rather not— rather knots. three sheets to the wind. when did we set sail, charting a course for who knows what for? why not. again—ought not. square knot—who tied it? seems like it doesn’t hold slack, only loosens: untied. taught a lesson: not taut at all. #poetry

the end wasn’t confrontation a whimper not of expectations no one expects heat-death entropy at its finest how far can one see too far for infinity open your eyes: it’s wide as a mouth, capable of nonsense taking everything it produces a sharp gaze and, coincidentally: tongue #poetry #vss

hollerith card every screen a stage— performative, pejorative nature. perforative papers, folded thin, inverse actions—spinning like a top without a start, without an ending. we wonder: how did it begin? #poetry

shannon limit and while they were playing games with the heart, he was playing chess— while they were playing checkers. #poetry #claudeshannon