Photo Source: Unsplash Abacus Beads   my eyes slide along the rail of your (as you walk by) passage of hips   and countercurves in complicated mathematical   figures   and clack into place like abacus beads   of veined marble.   I will sit here (eye slide again and again) until I figure you out   until all our cities and all our tombs are covered by drifts   of interstellar dust   until the left hand   of whom ever is left turns   the hourglass over until I am no longer petrified King of the...

Photo Source: PxHere Knots If the universe is in fact just made of strings then we are knots hung suspended in spacetime's cat's cradle an intersection of thought and occasionally the hands of the gods come together to stretch us out in jacob's ladders while we remain unmoved, unblinking, and unaware, quite suddenly the lattice of everything around us has changed. Sirena mamas always told sailor sons to stay away from loose skirts to only go diving off the topsails for girls...

Photo Source: PxHere Beautiful Machines What beautiful machines we are of eyeglass, iron blood & steel ed mind & nervous tics, carrying close our pocket-sized dreams in our minute hands (which behind faceglass, steel spring driven, with steady tickticks slice eternity into pocket-sized wedges) these pinpoint imperfect ions in our hands (fizzfoaming in the glass and the metal) are Narcotic "and from millions of these bubbles are all the beasts & baubles of the universe made" Flower of...