Migrations Across the Ion

A Poem by Hawkmoon

the skeleton, a razor wire of coincidence,

self assembling around the Light,

in a wilderness containing only imaginary beings

whose faces

race into symmetry at twice the speed of God,

there where the field is grinning

the first thoughts of grasshoppers

who rise into the wind

of time, every moment a circulating apostasy

of language beyond language.

The human face is a puzzle of endlessness

whose atomic structure remains unsolved,

at the bottom of the Universe

where the anonymous everything,

yet to describe itself,

waits. The grasshoppers lift their faces

like Kings of the First Mystery,

their wings a crystal lattice,

networked by the inflamation of knowledge,

something moving into itself,

a catalogue of eyes that know nothing save

the perceptual frenzy of myriad

consciousness, an ember on the other side

of what Is.

In telepathic journeys, there are emissaries whose meanings

arrive on whirlwinds of superstition, the way that the sun scintillates

at the edge of the lake at dawn or dusk, or the moment

paused in zenith,

the sun balanced in an apex, the precision of

imaginary being that brings itself

into birth

without knowing how, or why.

on the edge of the mirror, there is something that is not a mirror,

but that reflects itself in exponential derivatives,

dividing by zero,

multiplying by Pi,

transforming the dreams of the Pantheon

into modalities

that curl

like leaves, the summer floor is itself a theory

that contains no knowledge,

just a murmur of symbols in endless

migration

© 2012 Hawkmoon

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writing mojo

a math system to metaphysical devices, this poem is a language from a future being not yet discovered, unable to sustain a life on this carbon based planet. Wow! I didn't know writers cafe had the cyber licensing for time travel...hello future man? hows the weather in 2020?...amazing piece! I am in awe of your alien present brought to our 8 bit brains...amazing piece

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Circe

I like the overall philosophical undertones... the poem itself is quite complex to read... the mirrors part reminds me of a quote from movie Solaris... "We don't want to conquer space at all. We want to expand Earth endlessly. We don't want other worlds; we want a mirror. We seek contact and will never achieve it. We are in the foolish position of a man striving for a goal he fears and doesn't want. Man needs man!"