Oct 11

Oct 11 Distance...

mamie whitington

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... distance.

heavy thinking distance... to the club.

the tick, the tock, on the hour chimes

past escape wheel at my name’s insistence

for breviary. St. Mary Whitington sublime.

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. crooning time is the revaltor!

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 is bothering 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 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. moment

stealing fire a second time. music

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 the inhumane jeremiad.

honey-hived 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 the year of thirteen moons

turn blue suits and boots in 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...

pushing, shoving, thrusting

grand universe a neural network

wired to touch and to be touched.

touch starvation consequences

like babies deprived of love,

alter at the cellular level skin to skin,

the largest organ needs human contact.

handshakes do not survive. distance...

kiss on the lips, kiss on the face, beso,

beso cheeks, toe touch from feet away,

air hugs cannot replace the friendly hug

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 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!

the all is mind; the universe is mental.

firing! listen to the creator’s voice calling.

directionless time is something in the offing.

across horizon one-word headline, distance.

teeing off stroke stymie. putt the

spread mind, we are the starry skies,

the clouds, the tree, the rainbow,

a simple apple, people. we are out there

in the world universal sparrows

surrounded by the source. electrical firing

mirrored in the shape of expanding galaxies.

18 holes to contemplate, distance.

birds flock. perceiving is being. birds drop.

distance...the fabric of the universe,

it is living consciousness,

all is in The All; The All is in all.

our minds within the mind

of the creative universal intelligence,

the sea pines pebbles on the beach,

here we are measuring against the 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.