3/29/15

Monergism in Bubble-Monad Surface Structures (poem)


That morning it was as if gravity drew mass downward
rushing toward singularities of dimensions
in an hourglass where it was transformed
being and becoming energy expanding space-time

Wrecked will membranes of monads
dimensions floating like bubbles
intersecting with networks of communicable diseases
built along edges of free-flowing streams
myriad mornings of spatial jets extruding time

Where twelve billion soup cans strung together
heavy metal shadows of Huns, Nazis, Tartars
labeling new beings of tomorrow
why you can never be in the same yesterday twice
not even now when bubbles float
upon dimensions with surface tension

Someone was an incarnate coordinate;
the discrete center mirror collector of light
images of space-time entangling forms
determined to move outside each field
in anticipation like caterpillars of spring

Membrane bubbles stitched together
with strings extruding into other dimensions
shooting pains in the back
of artificial intelligence
computation of recursive formula in being
twerk with loud power-
tangled banks of evolution's zero interest loans,
facades of world
conjunctions putting things together
cracked pots and excavations

Slower constructions of monergistic scaffolds silently
induct reason's planks at a time
grace informs the physical theorist
with uncertainty in quantum configuration-
observations of eternity of spirit-in-itself

Spheres' conic sections' line segments
curve tensors tightened with geodesic warp
selections from a solid state continuum
differentiated with being and nothingness
yesterday, today and tomorrow's temporal ekstasis
-scalar fields of gravitational attraction

Would they mind field determinism
when transcendent insight is pre-determined if existing at all?

Orchardists in an economy bloom
like point particles comprising pillars of salt
requiring returns for depositing

phenomenal wave captures of creation.

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