With Only The Momentum Of A Human Fingertip She Caresses The Startling Technology Of A Momentarily Closed Eyelid.

I.
Fingers against foreheads,
we monitor the surface tension of our minds
like the foreleg hairs of the Water Strider,
which patiently await the telltale, haphazard vibrations
that erupt from the constant microcosmic struggle
that pits entropy against polarity,
and life against life.

In this placid realm of corrupted
and lovingly rebuilt data files,
memory elucidates.

This rewiring of the human intellect
occurs with each spinning burst
of our pattern-hungry brains.

II.
Rinse your eyes with the electrons that reveal a smile,
soak up the atoms of your lips
with the lips of another.

III.
The tremendous weight of a giant California Redwood
rests there in the elegant shadow of her despair.

As she rinses her hazy consciousness
with the meandering rivulets of human connection,
a bonfire of chlorophyll-infused hues pulses with repudiated anger.

She washes her beautifully-designed hands
with the purification inherent in sharing a monumentally unlikely,
yet precise union of two human hands.

Their screaming hearts dilute the syrupy smog of anguish
(which inevitably oozes from the penetrating wounds
of conscious enlightenment).

IV.
An entropic explosion of curling fingers tightens
in exuberant defiance around the unfathomable neck
of all space and time.

11/15/2007

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Posted on 11/15/2007
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