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.


kosmos the entity

kosmos the entity

a moment knows...

the brain is the universe

trying to learn about itself,

kosmos the entity.

 

 

a moment knows...

 

consciousness is nothing

but the sum of relationships

with other consciousness,  

matter sits at the feet.

 

the bit knows itself penultimate.

 

wait a sec, whitehead,

before you know it

ratiocination is over,

wings brush across the nape of life

breakneck.

 

a moment knows...

 

when something is almost over

but not what that is.

there is still time,

although you can’t hear it.

 

fused!

 

kosmos gains momentum

point to point, head for trinity.

the entity keeps reaching

from the alpha to the omega,

on return to three.

 

recursive facet fractals:

 

monad, pattern, form,

openspace, domain, pluriverse,

the system,

 

the entity, keeps moving.

 

thought within thought

absorbing all thought,

sorrows and joys from singularity.

 

our projection exists

 

in a web of filament,

now the earth is surrounded

with dark hairs flowing from the root,

becoming...

 

kosmos the entity!

 

the fellow sufferer who understands,

the universe moving us to know itself,

returns us not to speak

of the process,

 

L’homme propose, Dieu dispose.

 

 

 

deduct,

 

 

the concept evolves

in the image,

time in the theatre of the brain

good but only for the reckoning up.

 

grasp,

 

nesting in the schema

reach for prehension,

after... after... all things flow ever after,

 

kosmos, the most affected.

 


kosmos the entity

 

 

Tell me, spiritecho...

Tell me, spiritecho...

king tide of no name

king tide of no name