4/11/11

That Quantum Elixir ©2011GaryCGibson (poem)

Seventeen colors that arise with the wind
flowing into morning light within
the gem forest gathering
in this place of being
where echoes of waveforms expand
normal dreams of moving toward water withstand without indices of structure

As ideas become hardened
broadcast manure spreaders
comparing ostensive ideas as discrete packeted a priori
clumps of common immorality plastered
ecospheric arguments for integrity
the world is poisoned in pseudoaffluence
nature is forced through factories of maladroit quantum elixr
named necessary consumption.

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