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(the abacist) gravity strung
by Richard Paezall fingertips
in adumbral dreams a-counting
the arithmacy of inner kings
(bead-numbers dance
like quantum-moons strung
to the beat of gravity)
a new algebra parts old algorithms
a new-born beak through albumen
shell-perceptions fall away
(sharp-toothed predators swarm)
a new postulate parts old premises
a new-rise sun through altostratus
amaranth petals peel away
(pollen-gatherers swarm)
{self-determination demands vulnerability}
all nerve-endings
in allotheism a-searching
for baptism in alluvion
(bead-numbers flow
like curve-tides plotted
to the pull of his gravity)
blind and visionary
the abacist rearranges
constants and constantly
between giants hung
{gravity strung}
and strums
in cosmic
{dis}
harmony
11/12/2002 Author's Note: Another rough draft.... *sigh* It seems I'm unable to 'close' anything lately...
Posted on 11/12/2002
Copyright © 2024 Richard Paez
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 11/15/02 at 07:03 PM Hmmmm! An interesting ponderable, malachi. Every equation has a solution. Do the math and break it down to the simplest form. The answer might be found in the title and could be at the abacist fingertips. Hmmmm! Peace... |
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