~Next to Next

The hairs on my neck stood up
with the breath a world stirred up
no tweet to meet, or sets' full lull
yet desire wants to breathe in fear.

All this time spent working nights
to find nothing but an elderly pace
to create whatever fades as mine

*
The rewrite calmed a fluttering utterance
the edition, a first this time
in an info age filling in
what once stayed stained
under weight of addendums
is the same but new today
at the speed of digital light.

The influence of art is a beautiful thing
where one can indicate briefly a thing
letting imagination form its substance
in turn, an immeasurably finer appearance.

What ills can now be corrected
properly so, beautiful that way
happened just now as virtual reality,
more ocean than place for waves traced,
revises in ripples having a human face.

As revisions are next, next to next
is a new definition of what's final.


RJDuberg, 12/2007

~Back to Back

When thinking about Shelley, this popped out tonight. No doubt it will read as rubbish to most, and I can appreciate that. Explaining it would be shameful, so my understanding must remain left behind for the moment.

Back to Back

Were that you were there,
where here was its future,
I would read you, not you, I.

That not that, was that that
has found yet, that this that
not, that at all, still is, that.

The expansion of a moment
in our being empty to it
is the substance of paradox.

You brought me to this.
I risk my life to write it,
inbetween, life and death.

© rjduberg, 2007

~Nadir or Zenith?

A singular annual period
of the bourgeois parade
is here again
pulling the new year,
hiding befuddled
behind it.

Nadir or Zenith?
The nativity scene, its logo.
I have no interest in the melee,
not a profiteer;
I sigh over the slime
faithful suffer.

(c) 2007, RJDuberg

~About This

The time is taken only about this
when conflict allies with its fate
the time taken to determine that
allows one's being such impasse.

Or is waiting for the next halting
no way to be, where not proceed?
Surely, we suffer what's ongoing
needing severe shocks for stopping.

The injustice from squinty eyes
clad and righteous, dogma hard
reminds no better, of how blind
ironic pretense, masks what's soft.

Without the support of the person
any and all criticism lacks a core
like media platitudes, a pablum
attractive only as a degradation.

Sure to annoy, this false alarm.

12/2007 RJD

~In The Land of Sigh

How a little of anything can matter
takes more of it than we can handle
and in between nothing we sigh
a sign the rough landing done.

One screw loose is a blessing,
still the mission is to hide
what people can't grasp,
the reverse expectation.

Same effort, just less of it
sighs when twist is out,
yet all our expectations
fit on the tight turn's end.

For freedom I grew less
and hiding expectation
looking goofy and some,
made my sighs an address.

One piece of candy
for the eye who spies,
who sees mystery unraveling
as I address the inconceivable sky.

Beggars here are mistaken.
They want the zoo of forgotten,
the void of unconscious,
the illusion of order inside.

Here inside is a twistless
flame kept alive, on purpose,
the friction, a pain of heat
what less known grows

in this land of sigh.

12/08 RJDuberg

Eventuality, a call for response

What if some relationships were free
sources of what is beyond the events
the horizons of relativity
makers of eventuality
the hum of the ho
the twist we'll always tell
has no reach but this question.

Science and religion are caught
but is art? The perception begs us
as that which cannot be thought.
Intuition and spirituality are spots
like pink elephants, flying anywhere.

Where is there? If it cannot be heard?
What comes of this transcedentalness
or any mystery eventually? Certainly,
what can make claims on it take aim
and are eventually sent along in force.

This mystery defies the entropic event
demands philosophical resolution
if not spiritual evolution or renewal.
And, all truth, is owing to this
which turns but itself is unturned.

Necessary, not eventual, can this much be said?
Is there any more to the puzzle of one's being?
Let this call be heard for all to submit theirs
Come give precision to this question, I ask.

Give us an empowering answer on eventuality, sir!?