Heisenberg = light is aware that we are looking.

Consequently, we may do well to greet the light

politely and not stand at a remove from it

before we probe.

What it is that we suss out

may show more about us

than it tells us

about light.

If this were unique, you could call yourself Friday

and I might be able to sleep

on top of something other than a chemical wave

You aren’t and can’t be my bodyguard

and I already was your long lost friend.

We remain stuck in the middle,

betrayed in equal parts

by entopical phenomena

and thuggish frailty.

I hoped we might slink into Abu Simbel

with a telephoto lens and be rid of our past

for one partial moment.
But before we will go clandestine outside

The all ages show with pilfered cigs

Standing ill-at-ease with the asymptote

Of unspoken mutual attraction.

But observational quarks will always catch

irksome shadows that we cast

by being present at the scene.

From that well-tilled soil, cheap grace is sown

Insight-peddlers flush with vig

occupy the field

Wielding shunted subtitles and indiscriminate colons

To cap the telomerase and seize up the rhizomes.

Their false light is so warm, though,

and it moves quite fast in its own right.

Being remiss, we accept acceptance

in lieu of exceptional experimental results.

We cease experiments altogether,

fearful of being found out.

Pussies, the lot of us.

Like it or love it or leave it or leaven it

There always exists a scene

and we will always be outpaced and outshone

And it will always be something less than clean.

That is the baseline - it does not excuse the task.

To greet the light with a stiff spine

seems the least that could be done

on behalf of our lowest interchangeable sign

Let the sacraments fall where they may and

the soothsayers claim what they will.

Say hello, and then get on with it.