she forms by function
her art that challenges lines
she multiverses
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sodden leaves by rain
black branches keep dimension
folded out pale sky
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What Do Angels Eat
I suppose
The first and best guess
Is nothing
They are heavenly
They seem to work
Unflagging
What need have they for
Food
What then
If a need
And for an energy source
For we may say they are
Relentless
Yet wonder if
Their energy is
Eternal
They are divine
(before some choose
another way)
Though they are not divinity
And so might
To fancy
Or daresay
Need fuel
I wonder if
They might draw energy
From sources in the
Cosmos
That they both know
And
Throughout
Time
And without
Time traverse
Say
With delight
They might soar through
The atmosphere
Of Venue
Fill their wings
Like sails
With wind
From gaseous origins
They might digest
Of
Slingshot movements
‘Round the sun
Or borrow from the
Energy
From orbits of the
Many moons
Of Saturn
Or of Jupiter
Borrowing
From Phobos
Deimos
Or the satellites
Of outer Neptune
Or
Dwarf planets
They might know the molecules
That fill what we consider
Empty space
They might eat dark matter
Or visit to the other ends
Of black holes
And so feast
From what is there
And so
Inside the center
Of each galaxy
So be replenished
From so many places
Or maybe a dimension’s slide
Into another
Provides nourishment of
Meals
So-called
Out of the multiverse
They eat
Without the worry
Of measure
Until our measures become
Or of other worlds become
Adept
To catch them
At their food
And so have proof
Though faith
(foolish
you might say)
Has long
And even
Now
Requires none
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Maybe they are feeding
From the leaves
In trees
(who says what size)
That fall through fall
Or reach up from the ground
In spring as
Seedings
Other plants
Flowers
And with an irony
What we need
And take
As crops
For food
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"Energy," by the way claims William Blake, "is eternal delight."
right-angle shadows on the moon
x
before the multiverse
occurred
the universe is infinite
all possibilities
here
x
there might be variations
upon our everything
slipped
through dimensions
frosting on creators’ cakes
x
a calculator without ending
solving pi
a Rubik’s cube offered of
galactic proportions
x
the other side of black holes
is an upside-down that we get used to
once we’re there
where Amelia Earhart
and the crew of the Mary Celeste
found solace
in their time
and what is time
when only numbered four or five
in a mult-dimensional count?
x
here we have questions
there
there are the answers if
upside-down
x
go far enough
to find the portals
to what
might be
the multi-elsewheres
x
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20 july 1969
x
x
x
(x = space)
x
x
Sci-Fi Goats
x
Goats eat anything
I am reminded
As do pigs
I don’t think goats eat tin cans
As cartoons and other stories
Tell
But maybe
Maybe in the multiverse
Anything is possible
A metal-eating goat
On a world of lead
Might be
Just the thing
While justice of materials
Is worked out on other worlds
x
Not that we’re excused here
We have what we have
To use
To keep
Or we lose ourselves
Without a possibility
Of portals—
x
Maybe goats
They might be traversing
And we never know
x
x
x
Poeming
x
It’s not hard
But it should be honest
In challenging to write
About anything
(say, sci-fi goats, above)
What is the real story?
In not in fact,
Than in judicious metaphor
And maybe both—yes,
Both would be better
So choose the topic
Or let the topic choose
Get to work with
Heart and head,
All the muscles,
All the organs,
All the aspects
(I mean senses),
All the parts
x
Breathe through it all
Let the apparatus work
Once something is set down,
Go over it
And over it again
(not too many times)
Then release it like
Letting go of healed birds
Into the wild sky
Then let the work
Make sense of the world
For a while
x
x
x
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Hello, Friends
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x + y + z + 1
The multiverse
Who knows
Maybe this
Scientific imagination
Each choice spins out into a paradigm
With teeth
So that we have
In reasoned chaos
The universe of possibilities
Everything we think of
Dream of
Find in nightmares
Has happened somewhere
And is happening
A tongue to invoke
There is paradox
Irony in Oppenheimer
The godhead cited
Now we destroy the worlds
We cannot make
Heroes, villains
Inside tethered minds
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Saruman Brings Down Trees
A duel is established between
The organic and the mechanical
It doesn’t have to be this way,
Only a demon-ridden wizard must
See it so:
The world exists in duality with
Room enough to have everything,
Mutuality in a multiverse
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