#lebuc

* “Thus far and no more…” at least not as currently constituted;

perhaps we may not be allowed, perhaps we were never meant to breach that which is beyond our current reach;

for we see from here to there, dimly through eyes uniquely owned; and our envisioning is but a hypothesis to the totality of the conclusory reality understood at experiment’s end. *

As hypothecated, raw materials always drive and fuel a process to conclusion, just as anothers’ eyes may just glean a more precious light in a spectrum far beyond our visible one;

in spanning a bridge too far for the likes of us - they say, we must by necessity fall short. * As a poet once said, “the wall-eyed wally of the airwaves…” and so we are - makers of and staring at  the bricks in the wall we built to perdition;

we’re secretaries of the interior of the singularity of sensations we commonly share; both bound to and bounded by present conventions and their attendant wisdom; constrained by the very apparatus which allows us to append our vision in the first place, and to project that which we cannot attain at present. *

But as another great thinker once said, “the map is not the territory…” and so it is not;

projections, however intentioned do not constitute, nor do they create causality beyond their inherent dimensional span;

and though amusing and oft’ enchanting (in a hypothetical ‘thought-experiment’ kind of way) they serve no great, tangible purpose outside of the classroom, so to speak - though they be taught and lectured upon ad nauseum in successive semesters, ad infinitum. *

Our ascension and attainment just may occasion a symbiotic relationship with matter or beings presently beyond our perceptual and physical horizons, thereby bridging the material-temporal gap our present embodiment cannot alone achieve. * Thus far and no more…” as presently postulated - is both a bracing java-jolt to the jugular of our grandiosity,  and a daunting double-dare  to the determination of our species, if the infancy of our relative history is to be any guide;

a dare which certain of you readers will examine, embrace, absorb, exhaust, let expire in anguish at its unattainment, encrust, entomb uneasily… * only to later exhume, unfold & interpret, inform & exhort to future generations, to be extrapolated to the nth of the nth of the nth degree of that which can possibly be cast seeking to span and conquer the bridge - some said was too far…

Chat GPT, analyze some of my January poems, please:

“These poems explore themes of self-reflection, societal issues, and the human condition. 

The first poem, "mili-you", seems to reflect on the idea of individualism and how it can be both positive and negative for society. 

The second poem, "nobody has to", encourages the reader to explore their own creative spirit and not be constrained by societal expectations. 

The third poem, "window", suggests that our perception of reality is limited and that there is more to explore and discover. 

The fourth poem, "skin i'm in", emphasizes the importance of self-awareness and being present in the moment, despite outside distractions. 

The last poem, "those without hope" focuses on empathy and understanding for those who are struggling and feeling hopeless. All of these poems have a contemplative and introspective tone and convey a sense of searching for deeper meaning in life.”

Cars rushed to and fro like blood in her veins

like red blood cells and platelets they were different colors and sizes

The mornings, mellow and dim, brought radios playing slow songs

Like ears awoken to the song of a bird

The afternoon brought a deafening raucous, full of packed streets and angry men. 

With the sun over head, light rays reflect hard work on the heads of her cells.

Pompous markets polluted her lungs in the grandest of ways. The black ash left behind in her lungs coupled with the dust and trash she inhaled caused her to cough. 

She coughed and spat out small insignificant cells

The evening brought politicians back to their mansions and wealth as they sat in their homes boasting of a higher intelligence

Commanding and instructing her parts. Her brain showed no mercy to its components

But when the sun set the dark puts a cloak over her debauchery

With spread legs her cells stimulated her as the clubs and bars swole and swole until it burst

Spilling cells everywhere

The soundest hours of the night put her into a slumber so sound and beautiful as death. 

lebuc

* like frothy sea foam washing up on shore

pushing my once-craggy pebbles of pride into smoothed stones, eventually.    

i've learned to endure, endear myself to the waves:

how they gather, surge, crest & break

then pass, making way for another & another, ad infinitum.

* moth to flame  your destiny wafts, drawn by an elemental warmth ...no escaping it.

neither dust, mist nor derelection serves as a denier

& that wick - eternally bright

burns - though i'd just as soon say  it bubbles out of you  

& i'm entranced very time, flame, ...damn these singed wings.

* apprenticeship preceeds any notion of skill or its flaunting as an impresario,

a knowing master of the game gaining influence & accolades by the pound or bushel, whichever's apt.

how long, how many years, how many lifetimes must it necessarily take

to attain, to boldly go* forth & claim the stake rightly owned by your 10,000 (...hours)

plus the fortitude to so do for so long in the strong belief that

one day, you'll live to see, to be...

the living embodiment of a dream:

your reality for all the world to see. how long indeed? * 6/23 - lebuc - embodiment of a dream