On bitten cheeks and cacophonous symphonies
"'Tis the haunt
Of every gentle wind, whose breath can teach
the wilds to love tranquility"
-Percy Shelley, Alastor
I'm ready to be Grace Kelly now
for ice-tinged decadence and
windy countenance, for
poise, precision and
princessdom
cut me a form out of film stock and
finger waves
I'm only as cold these days as I am
cantankerous, only as here as I am
bodily, yet spring is
coming and we are its
vehicle
snakes sometimes appear in the form
of mountains, of cracked floorboards and
arsenic
sometimes, they are in progress, as with
science.
Recently I came across in my researching,
the most beautiful quote on the misdeaming
determinist philosophy of science,
specifically modern physics:
"The state of particle physics is a state not unlike the one in a symphony hall a while before the start of the concert. On the podium one will see some but not yet all of the musicians. They are tuning up. Short brilliant passages are heard on some instruments; improvisations elsewhere; some wrong notes too. There is a sense of anticipation for the moment when the symphony starts."
-Abraham Pais, 1968
What we seek is a shift; we see it as a means
of closure, of condensation and
of making ends
meet
yet here we are
again, palms laid abreast, akin
to palimpsest, we see only
skin; we miss what came
before and what lies
beneath