m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


Rejoinder

Rejoinder

“If one wants to value society and, beyond that, what is alive, and rejoices in the fact that consciousness exists, it is impossible not to acknowledge the highest stage of consciousness as the highest ideal.” Einstein.




three make rejoinder… chop wood, carry water

into the universe through the wilderness.

hiking into the range of light,

the present is in constant flow.

sound and solitude, earth hums, caverns echo


you in the grass, you in the grotto, 

you in the waterfall, you in the hot springs, 

you in the thunder, you in the redwoods, 

you in the mountain, you in infinity, 

you in similitude.


embraced by the high sierra

discipline, bouldering prelude,

greeting the sun with practical freedom,

where the jagged saw cuts immortality.


respond to the evidence daily 

in slanted visions and pithy quips, dark 

sevens march in gematria, translate tally.

eyes roll in the green leafy ocean of oxygen, 

wilding recovery. where the root trips, 

one million faces no lids, no lips, 

run and hide, slip


downward, then a sudden jump. 

second life, second rejoinder,

a great leap into the alien, forward 

into the universal mind, struggling

towards fundamental interconnectedness. 

the progression has been stopped.

briefly nesting, repetition, and self-similarity.

complex, infinite. flaws and sins,

stack the better angels of our nature.

level up civilization, bring up the gods of energy

regression. white ruffled shirts,

he said, she said, the birds! the birds!


descalate, you are messing up my flow, 

lazuli, flycather, rosy finch, nutcracker 

on the tip of the tongue, it was yellow.

sweet soul reveal in black and white words.

shiny sundress, oversized sunglasses,

tilt your head back, and stare up into the canopy.

sunlight streams through the crown shyness,

cloud forest. untransferable feelings lash

in waves of coastal fog, take up the ocean’s lung.

an ascending joyful gaze fights the shade.


licks the air where passion rules in oneness.

feel colors blink, see sounds wink, 

touch the divine nature expanding trinity,

open the gapp and waye, separate the waters 

undistracted by misinterpretation,

of wade in the water spirituals,

there is only one mind in the universe.

away from the chene, away from the oaks shore, 

rejuvenating fractal repetition sliding on the arrow

of time, culture swings in the society of spectacle.

codebreaker dogs of war bark chien babel, 

square, sine, and sawtooth waveform distortions.


thought puzzle, thought mountain, swarm 

of experiments, beat the clock’s contortions.

Earth spins faster. earthquakes swarm 

bees in their hexagonal hives, transformative

sweet honey in the rock, hum. 

climbing seven steps,  heart, eardrum

pounding, striving to free oneself from the delusion.

wars, starvation, tsunamis, quick look, another crisis!

uncivil digital debate demands a block.

 

pain is policy, and fear is fuel.

empathy deficit, loneliness epidemic,

democratic backsliding, and some reversing,

redacting proof, erasing documentation.

plunge into change, move with it 

without becoming a historical revisionist. 

decentralize for privacy, off the doomloop. 


who seeks comfort in the trend before noon.

fleshtones, eye colors, blood spectrum, 

shades of denim, distressed to black.

blue zone, blue genes, blue planet

on the face of it. expensive rips and holes, 

being uncomfortable creatures in the clouds. 

fold the paper stretched to the midnight moon


flashpoint. alignment with the Milky Way

stretched out on the universe, a torus

chasing the tail of the ouroboros.

unbounded wit creases the fold with fingers

grasping patterns. stop, breathe in the stillness

beginning and ending on sunwarmed rock.

who is still betting on full body rapture?

sweet energy force on the tree of life

of self-expression, limitless of affinity,

do not call it siri, beautiful victory,

wise counsel, one wit secret, speech.


from the fault in language, 

there is a glitch in the data. 

algorithms are not neutral!

the maleness of one in hallucination,

the femaleness of zero with negative legacy,

alien intelligence lacks artifice.

Technology is overlapping humanity,

 walking the fine line of dependency.


open into delight, taste the awe,

bees in the blossoms oscillate in tune, 

take flight, drawn on the breath of birdsong.

wilder from the nest in one verse, 

clever and cunning, wit happens. 

the universe made itself!

rejoinder number three…


we are part of infinity.

Faint Telescopium

Faint Telescopium