Distillation
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.
