The Art Of Distance
lady peas in the poa grass,
divots in the bluegrass,
turf slows the roll to the edge
of the heath and the heather
running together. they collide,
blooms in the micro-clime
throwing out power in sevens.
smack! hey, clockface, half-moon
gone sundial bridge, for heaven’s
sake slide into g-d’s cold bath, wait
to march with the swinging pendulum...
in search of the way on a mission path,
it’s been a slow journey in marshes,
it’s been very slow, learning...
heavy thinking on the art of distance... to the club.
the tick, the tock, on the hour chimes
past escape wheel at my name’s insistence
for St. Mary breviary and the sublime Whitington.
chimes. wind me up, tight on its timely melody,
steady pace walking coastal pines.
the redwoods keep to the edge of reason.
grandfather’s eight, the number of completion.
dial it back to the receiver. distance...
voices in my head crooning, time is the revelator!
remote! time is more than a dimension,
on the brink, in flux, time is the instigator
for a sea of change, bitter wind, the shaky,
illusion bothers me. it’s not physical.
now the sky is orange with fires again
and I can see the beach from here.
forces? how far can love travel?
heal me, a Force Majeure, heal me...
with the one-word headline... distance.
onetime, a times time of fates,
the cop dig, it is what it is. please
...word is, even the moon is fed up.
the tired regulator of tides is in retreat.
mixing, extracting, drained,
it’s pulling away an inch a year
from mother earth, one-word: distance.
chasing moonshine shadows,
two points, and a straight line to power
back to antiquity, fire of Prometheus, period.
of forethought, marine layers our savior
from the new blue of orange skies.
ancient nemesis strangles beauty
in order to try to rectify our absurd frailty,
here comes the fifth law after zoreth.
the hours have lost the clock!
imagination stuck in this paradox
of the moment catches flame in the now.
seeing with thoughts, cascading
waterfalls freeze, ocean waves go still
as a looking glass, crystal clear.
the scenery is a huge distraction.
the seconds have fallen off –distance
conducting affairs at one’s own pace,
contagion as a muse of purest time, now
artificial intelligence must identify itself,
deepfake manipulations marked,
noted. interfaced connectivity sparked
time is the longest distance. a moment
stealing fire for a second time. music...
hallucinations generated to match our moods.
being on the back nine, a singleton
comes to mind. an idea virus becoming
insurgents for beauty. unflattening temporal,
flatland order of lifting godlike behavior,
time is currency. the dark matter savior
flows in a timeless world, persistent.
time is a game played perfectly by children.
on nodding terms with your inner self, we
hang on every word of his inhumane jeremiad.
honey-hived hexagon consciousness in spacetime...
the quotidian deer leaped in front of us
...and the tigress of the river claimed her prey.
time keeps happening to me.
earth moves through rhythmic debris fields,
local fluff of the long count. common
corn moon in a year of thirteen moons
turn blue suits and boots of October surprises.
landing in the future in need of ventilation.
dancing in wait for the sun to rise,
winds of change still dark at noon.
dreams splinter and thoughts linger,
we are all in the mind of the creator.
universal and absolute or relative,
linked to spacetime? fundamental...
bare feet on earth; push, shove, thrusting
the grand universe of neural network
wired to touch and to be touched.
elbows of touch starvation consequences
babies deprived of love, deprived of hugs
alter at the cellular level. skin to skin,
the largest organ must have human contact.
handshakes do not survive. distance...
kiss the forehead, kiss on the lips, beso
beso, kiss on the cheeks, toe-touch feet away,
even air hugs cannot replace friendly hugs
but humans always find a way for intimacy.
looking for my wedge, we touch clubs
driving hard there is a whole planet of iron…
subatomic particles do have intelligence,
angel number surrounds us in three fours,
linking neural networks, above and below.
brains reorganize questioning everything.
a dare in space, we are the dream...distance.
inside a conscious galaxy an enormous bubble
rips open, tearing off the bandaid of blue
triboluminescence, it mixes in the great pause,
a requiem for dreams of human evolution.
of care for creation, of growing activism
of greater purpose together...distance
that tigress of wrath jumps across time!
in anthropause silence, birds sing a new song.
the all is mind; the universe is mental,
firing! listen to the creator’s voice calling.
directionless time is something in the offing.
across the horizon one-word headline, distance.
teeing off stroke stymie putt the spread
mind, see yourself in the starry skies,
the clouds, the tree, the rainbow,
a simple apple. people, we are out there
fractals in the world, universal sparrows.
surrounded by the source, electrical firing
neurons mirrored shapes of expanding galaxies.
18 holes to contemplate the art of distance.
birds flock. perceiving is being. birds drop
into murmurations of distance…
the fabric of the universe,
islands of anemones. it is living consciousness,
all is in The All; The All is in all.
the screen plays islands of flamingoes, floating,
we are islands of pinked bubbles!
our minds are within the mind...
the creative universal intelligence,
the sea pines pebble on the beach
under the cold moon of November
lockdowns. here we are measuring against bogey
with the ladies who must have invented the par.
birdie, eagle, and the rarest albatross all fly.
whaups and forgotten beantops blowup. disaster!
the scenery can be a huge distraction.
with the one-word headline...distance.
the play remains in the aesthetic gap,
somewhere between conscious reality
and the fictional is where the play remains.
in disdain for the game of golf nature steps in jarringly
like sex or violence in a film. focus on a work of art
at the cypress point club or azaleas on the 13th hole
distracted in conversation, violating the art of distance.
loneliest star, become the oak knower...
voices in my head crooning, time is the revelator!
frost, child, winter moon before yuletide,
the southern fish, Fomalhaut, autumn star
southing in reverence to the great conjunction.
two gas giants kiss earthshine.
in the year of planet health, express gratitude.
the real gift is the more grateful you are,
the more present you become.
gratitude is the parent of all virtues.
break the fourth wall, give thanks.
little children on the course
heavy thinking on the art of distance... to the club.
throwing out the power of sevens
blooms in the micro-clime
running together. they collide
in the heath and the heather.
turf slows the roll to the edge,
divots in the bluegrass,
lady peas in the poa grass.
