m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


Sympathetic resonance

Sympathetic resonance

"The illusion that we are separate

from one another is an optical delusion

of our consciousness." Albert Einstein

winding scrolls ionic, an invisible line does weave

dividing different species in the shallow Celebes Sea. 

O wild winds, flee directionless from a ghostly enchanter.

sorrow and sore dangerous neighbors that shatter

frequencies of soundscapes and disturb brainwaves.


sympathetic resonance bully xenobots on straits shaves

embolalia as earth rattles, there will be no spiritual bypass.

time at the speed of light breaks barriers, slices glass.

O generous organizer, fire walker, water splitter, a tuple

remains immutable as the gravity hole warps bubbles.


where time stops, Africa's slow split chases the dragonfly

of awakening, of eirenicon. Mars falls from light, cries

O seven, seven lies in the stars; sun, moon, and planets.

forget the week's cycle, opposite self in reflection. granted, 

we are the last to notice gravity and the air we breathe,


but now South is on top. the sweetness of purloined daphne,

counter or clockwise shadows follows moveable hemispheres.

the fish is the last to see the water with the omega late setter

O, one of the eighty-eight with umlaut in Urania’s mirror.

growing old ungracefully in catastrophe theory. illusion’s pillar


of finality, strikingly resonant, social species synchronize. 

brainstorming interactions, sowing only heirloom seeds, 

O threads speak into me. old lawn replaced by edible weeds,

hugged in the terrain’s safety of caves echoes in the deeds

and words of street troubadours waiting for the grand capsize.


revise, longwise sense of fullness, complete seven nesses.

optimal view of culmination in sight rankers rancor and violence unless 

endless sensuality spices colors and emboldens the senses.

O eye opens doors in three plus four equal seven peerless

seven x sympathetic resonance of place join level, nuclear.


boiling rift splits. the first wave hits the edge of the noosphere.

calculate the aftermath of math in a world that is not classical.

too beautiful to be right, limited dimensions, three blue one hazel 

active strings of reality surmise vertex minus edge plus face equal.         

regions, eyes do not see. sound auditory space of two ears

calculates in the blink of an eye. octonions hiding luminaires, 

seven in the universe that is controlled by gigantic structures.


bed rot thought: count climes, colors in a rainbow, neutral pH, tease

notes in a scale, spots on a ladybug, working memory, sisters, and seas.

owls listen with asymmetric ears. nobody cares about your death fears

or your Monday turning junk into flakes of abundant graphene

while billowing arcus clouds summon Cerebus in Anthropocene dreams.

catch my desire path, it is a bad thing to be immune to contagious yawns.

seven is the only prime number preceding a cube…eight at predawn!

we do not play but just push the pedal down.

What are stars made of?

What are stars made of?

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