Solid
State Dream
April’s
concentrating growth starts when
time’s
clocks accelerate intemperately
sprouting,
budding, righteous leaves entitled
to
live growing and die
-green
disrupts so many silent hexagons,
sliding
like freedom down the face of a mountain
Contemplating
eternity with frozen light
solid
state dynamics processing recursion
in-itself
quantum fields echo time
hypercubes
coated with reasoned tension
stuck
upon surface-tensioned inner angles
where
equal and opposite conflations shine
like
dueling bureaucracies thinking of five’s
ways
of working Klein’s bottle brigging loops
untroubled
with cilia elsewhere
provide
timeless answers
The
rhymer sanctioned plain fractal’d down
buildings
built time-in lines
to
markets plus or minus forests
lacking
a spiritual dimension
called
and unchosen
Crassing
through dozers
push
over scrub trees shrubbed
sounds
of sweet turned Earth smelling organic
pipes
of sun-day morning
engines,
cat-tracks little-feating
reluctant
fields’ clocks
rushed
to wind down
main-springed
and broke
Primers
of extra-terrestrial, terra-formed interiors
spit-wadded,
shaped, placed just so
where
nothing grows.
