Author: [[Abe Brownell]] --- It's all in one state Can't keep anything else | until the gravity arrives Orthodoxy is bent by that The gravity you hold right behind your eyelids Thumping up and down | you keep noticing The earth axis ain't straight | hasn't been for a minute You can't stand Up and orthogonal to that planet Can't wander that vector forever Either it winds up and down the clock Burning that midnight oil til the rocks melt And here we are at | the heat death of the universe Some electrons left over All these odd angles | thank God they aren't right I could see myself running away Sudden and abrupt Selling it all and wandering off | existential interrupt Recast the present on repeat To stop it all from rushing in Straight ahead To open floodgates | allow the rush This is the way to capture the best One of the same thing can become two If hung on long enough | to upset the rhythm Endemic to real numbers | of real things raining down Fragments of frail instantiation The dust is taking over | the smell of apples hangs in the air Stale tobacco | hangs with it too Serves the end of cell turnover | we're living longer now Long enough to get cancer and even more lonely Dear Xiaole, I couldn't describe to you all that streams in From this place of few dimensions Utterly ineffable | lacking multitudes of possibilities Only straight ahead Exchanged intake on the cognition so it hums on forever Like a blistering drone Song pumping one note in two grand canals I stream it out of my mouth when stoppage is death Stuck to life inconveniently How come change is impossible? Where did it come? The axis is for turning Angular momentum off the gods of creation And destruction Scope expands and now my hands ache Complaints about the infinite font of ideas Can be submitted to the infinite font of ideas (poetry in action) If you have to have an address to return to sender: Get on the train with a pocket full of infinite regress Dear Alex, Nothing but Your reasons are long and virtuous I refer to the problems as transactional and refer ambiguously This is certain: Going straight ahead with lunch forgone for another cup of coffee And off I go to other oblique ways of being hungry We need to return to something primordial Yet there is no reverse Naturally, you must invent it again Out on the infinite trundle along The tracks going home