Meta-Renascence
all I could see from my vantage,
standing tall before the levant,
was transformation and the quant.
middle spins a panoramic,
three large mountains, and a desert.
caught receding from shores of time,
let your eyes trace the rocky line.
ancient blocks resurface landscapes
of reality we pervert.
bold lights from the great bear catch hold
in the pull of October rose,
opal to overexposure.
broker, holder, stopover,
worming, and warping like water.
on this thin horizon. complete the circle,
all I saw from the great levant
was transformation and the quant.
folding up time, light propels us
from moonrise to twilight. enough!
I turned and looked the other way.
struck out past our earth’s pale blue bay.
azure spark of life electric
now possessed with extra senses,
warp nonluminous resonance
with a slight hint of burning flesh.
beyond the bounds of renascence
be more with less. spark turns purple
flashing, reigning open plasma
through the center of the lemon.
earth, in dark matter hurricane
—infinite. patterns appear, psalms
visible from stellar halo
contrast with the simple implant.
witness the tilt in our stars. slant
lyrics blare, galactic tracers
from the three degrees of freedom,
token proof of life untethered.
war blood spills cold again, go numb.
rising in the east with stale air
hinted of paperwhites in rum,
I stepped outside to take a walk.
an uncommon cloud, a cold stare,
wisp by on a seasonless err...
gasping, time folded and opened.
racecar spin-out, eight-spoked barouche
warped four wheels of the chariot
shifting the center of my verse.
through origami galaxies,
the fallen rose in prostration,
a fish out of water, all torn.
just a minute, just an eye blink
exquisite morning light in sync,
I spun straight around, till I come
right back to where I started from.
all I saw from this deep enchant,
was transformation and the quant.
emerging from this convergence,
shaken by the immersive touch
of mixed reality slipping
like quicksilver in clutched hand,
I saw the city. golden bridge,
chorus, outro under rivers.
a man begs in the dark corner,
with the fire of hell in his eyes.
water! water! water! street art
of hearts turns tiger to rabbit.
the beast with eight legs is see-through.
in the style of you, the chatbot
at prized coordinates, power
flows from disruption. wild winds, waves,
as I look down on the Pioneer.
“I prefer the eighth floor way more
than the seventh. laughing, I said
…but sure the multiverse is big.”
symbionts drift above my head
forever in infancy. never
human experience, ever.
on our backs we lie, eyes to sky,
waiting for metamorphosis.
qubits entangled conclusion,
one beautiful blue horse abstract.
in confusion, do we recant?
I screamed, and —lo… infinity
came down and absorbed all of me.
hard error-correcting forced back
my chest into the dark noosphere.
before seven swirling sky snakes
fit for purpose, witness the calm
evolving towards our destiny.
goddess statue reemerges,
resurfaces with mythmakers.
recede magnetic pole shaker,
never mind earth’s core has just flipped.
gigantic galactic bubble
protects the wormhole birth canal.
entangled system counts backward,
inseparable from the whole.
the crossword burr triter, staler.
grotesquely evil grows banal.
soma ship lists on superwinds. vast
space steers to the side of the quant.
count. count. discount long-count domains,
everything all at once meta.
derived from loss of water,
drenched dehydration, rain hackneyed,
low tide to king raise skeltons.
ROFLMFAO
at retreat, laughter yoga mad,
who waits for singularity?
the helix swirled, oscillating
it fell between folds in the sheet,
drops from glowing noctilucent
cobwebs shimmering lands with thump
fading slow into blind complaints.
song flips sundown on human hearts.
upside down in the multiverse
or somewhere in between green dusk
and the night of the radishes,
gone till the grand epiphany.
adrift on this strange lunar loop,
we rode the crab Mobius strip,
another world within eyesight.
iris, or nebula? light flash
turns magnetic. milliseconds
from retina to process now.
you are in the roses again,
pupils expand on tomorrow,
where your joy is unmasked sorrow.
the precept gets back to water.
surely cardinals fly off the roof
in superposition. souls rise
over and over again. hard
amends at eclipse reminds me
of a forgotten palindrome:
emit no evil, live on time.
all that original sinning
emerges as angel kisses.
a beating sacred heart contract,
constant, born in rich abundance
and the pall of inherited
doom and sadness, toil and trouble.
watcher worn ragged time’s fabric—
twelve stars, five crowns, three realms, rejoice!
the heart is wide, foot in the past,
hand in the future. squeeze moments
from the blanket hanging helix.
atomic oxygen bytes trapped
animal pieces of the quant.
everything in swoon and sway.
two short of ten, the cloud gives way.
incorruptible convergence…
one, one, one, becomes trinity.
the kiss, the last time comes too soon.
it slips in the now, a night thief.
in the W of the seated queen.
eight bits in a byte of rebirth
hang in the blanket of being.
verdant footprints dot tesseract
across the February snow.
the painting displayed upside down
for far too long, the style intrigued,
shaped my world cultivating awe.
vast mystery of openness
standing before the eight wonders.
hand in hand, travel with patience.
awe places us beyond ourselves.
from collective experience
to natural common wonder.
“cultivate the state of awe,”
whispers the language transformer.
I have come to trace the beauty
of the face with much history
not out of a vacuum. return
again to generative art,
silent and unrevealed, her charms
holy and serene, mirror arms
fly. she seeks to restrain my feet
but I have come to take her seat.
inside this resurrection plant,
was transformation with the quant.
savoring to get lucid sleep,
warm Santa Ana winds blow steep.
wake in a dandelion wish
analyzed: eight left, thirteen right.
the endless work of the rising,
what does it mean to be human?
pay attention to the patterns.
human destiny is progress,
to evolve to audacity
until our tools, in turn, create—
us in everything, everything
in us. our heart torus field
surrounds A.I. generated
works the sacred geometry.
evil fools claim divinity,
try to crush creativity
of breath of life universal.
music hums the verse, strikes the chord.
wind in the conch with grand echoes
spirals through the nautilus shell.
chambers blow rose of Jericho
entangled in supposition,
futures propelled by eight-foot quant.
with the patience of an oyster,
sand dollars make circles in sand.
engine’s rumble, I watch dead man’s hand,
a pair of aces, pair of eights.
bullets fly, people die. all lose
potential, add sidebar trauma.
the fathom beyond called mark twain
where humans make their final stand.
six feet under mass extinction.
pickle boat emerges in clouds,
converges on the bay’s precipice
opens wide the doors, finger swipes
spark one hand drawing the other.
self-referential viper strikes.
repeat: “never an equation”
for fundamental consciousness.
the many types gather in mass
to take the evening’s joy, jumpstart,
shape the world again, blossoming.
open pacific from headlands,
system flora mirabilis,
west hill Tamalpais, Tamalpais!
shudder majestic revival,
sleep maiden meta-renascence.
our soul stands out on either side
much wider than the heart is wide;
the eight powers it so contains
are pinched, left for each to attain.
water obliges and accepts
the other’s nature and desire.
trees tolerate bear fruit and bend.
power to face, power to change,
is indeed the law of nature.
disengage for a moment, mend.
shape your future, circumstellar.
power to judge, power to quit,
disengage for moment’s pleasure.
farther away on either hand,
the universe breaks the soundwaves.
everything hitched to everything,
looking for the blanket of peace.
fungi strums the grand frequency,
kaleidoscope, and loveliness,
fog rolls at the break of the day
all cardinals of the earth now wake.
the heart can split the sky in two.
the creator keeps evolving through
soul-shine, wider than galaxies.
tune multitudes in senses sway,
the beyond is not far away.
