eating metaphysics

1

Null... a word

in the poetry of numbers

null is maths

zero empty placeholder.

Rhythm of syllables

In the numbers of poetry

it counts one beat.

The mathematics of poetry

must have beat.

Divinely logical,

the mathematics of language

and the language of mathematics.

Numbers! Words!

Which is more dangerous,

poetry or mathematics?

2

Of consequence

thrown white rice,

my son walked in

fully rejuvenated,

perfectly resurrected.

We stood in the kitchen

back to back,

a totem

to the measure to be,

to exist

in mathematics...

3

My head to his shoulder,

feeling newborn

fully dressed

in the propensity

for hope.

No feathers, no ideas,

no nests on the waves

could decay too soon,

consuming oryza sativa.

4

One grain

on his plate

marbled on the table

serenely,

immersed in the smell

of acacia wattles

wafting from candles,

discerning dream visitor

put chopsticks in my red indica.

5

Null slithered in nothingness,

in all the places we visited

-emptiness.

At the many dinners

of my fresh travels,

there not there tranquility,

in the earthy popcorn perfection

of fragrant basmati.

6

Sometimes, I would set a plate

the placeholder

that spoke his name

alive, opalescent

death mask of beauty

in multicolored grains

to fill the void

with forbidden rice.

7

Was his blue ever my blue?

I am the I that feels

hot and blue... aesthetics

purpled poetics,

extraordinary

trays of togetherness

and ruby bowls of wahini and colusari.  

8

Staple

sweet aromatic

jasmine

feeds the world.

Oh tetragrammaton,

but for the soul...

From Thailand to Madagascar

Phosop pleads,

scream from every crossroad!

9

Which is more dangerous

poetry of mathematics?

There he sat

fully rejuvenated,

perfectly resurrected.

One grain

on his plate

marbled on the table,

dreamily,

Yet beyond null,

His golden grain fully nutritious.

What have you been eating?

He replied, metaphysics.

YHWH