Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Stained Glass

through stained glass, peering

shades and hues that shift like the wind;
seemingly arbitrary directions to us,
mathematically precise according to
barometric laws,
pressurized systems of neural connections,
more complicated than Freudian hydraulics,
simpler than an fMRI scan
would have us believe.

the greens sometimes seem greener
when the sun shines brighter,
yet the lake feels warmer
after a cold rain

in a realm where logical formulas break down,
only keeping relevance insofar as they are applied
in perfectly appropriate fashion,
impossible when applied by imperfect creatures
trying to navigate the ocean,

trying in vain to predict the currents of the wind

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