page 8 of the newest issue
Patterns of organic energy on a sub-atomic level
not ruled by cause and effect-
by looking we change the outcome.
Change is inherent in observing. The closer
we look the less precise we become.
Light bumps against flesh, moves backward
to mark where flesh was.
I try to define the reality of flesh and chairs,
become distracted by the buzz and bounce.
Newtonian physics. Einstein’s theories on relativity.
The more we try to comprehend the less they have meaning.
The theory of everything implies that we don’t exist.
The chair is new today but the wood is ancient.
Light bounces from tree to retina and I say chair,
but chair is nothing more than an artificial construct,
an approximation of a limited mind’s effort to name a reality
seeming to exist. Our orbits exceed experience of finite flesh.
By merely looking I have changed chair.
A non-existent mover makes me think tree.
I am lost in a forest of holes that leads me nowhere.
Out of nothing, everything.
Out of dying flesh, I find never ending,
the most vast nothing,
free of who I was.
Free of flesh.
Free of table.
Free of chair.
Free of words
poetry from the frontera 