2 poems by George Moore
Divergence |
When you say two I think to what
like we were following different dimensions
the same speech in a multiverse
replete with secondary lines that imply
first words were possible
like parallel worlds where parallax
signals performance always at a distance
and the stage was a transformation
into and out of space through doors
time makes small horizons
where your worlds and mine might
collide like babies that bubble into universes
they say are synchronized states of being
in parallel planes as if dimensions
beyond the four the fifth and sixth
the seventh and eighth nine ten eleven
were strands of nucleotides each a genetic map
curled tight as racetracks or singularities in time
made of geographies space creates or accretes
so that you read backbones of sugar
chaos in patterns like Möbius ladders
as of consciousness itself self-similar
but only as it fits your time
a temporary state moving away
into waves of symmetry in the figure of books
which create far more than we ever can
read as cause & effect reading the you
not you who warps the fabric of the self
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By This we all want
the same egg
to break
on the skillet
of language
But word
has it
that it
hasn’t
for image
precedes
essence
to twist
the truth
of some
old fart
French
philosopher
the chicken
and the
egg
And prior
to the sign
was this
desire
dangling
dangerously
openended
heartrending
unrented
impossible
mission
not to be
missed
mistaken
mourned
in passing
but to
break through
into
out of
uprising
beyond our
and your
into another
simple
as that
into what
language
was cut for
tongue
touching
the space
in-between
who we
are and what
we finally
need
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