WISDOM FENCES

Ancient acorn gatherers at the falls,

blessing the water wading in water.

Vanish from footprints deposit the arrow

for future and unknown familiars,

Those yet to be born and being born know

that this is their birthplace and their oak tree

It is all things future and past -- the wood--

portends of what may and might, and would’ve

Had the grandparents not loved as they loved

had they not made sacred observations

Abstract, hypothetical, sanctified,

seen: what didn’t they think of? The ancients?

There still is a time there are no fences

and only the wise can unbundle since.

HELEN AS HERODOTUS

As Homer saw without seeing Beauty

Human leaves were shorn by Almighty Whim

No one might think otherwise or decay

for why Prometheus was gone away--

his wings molten yet flying nose first then

spiralling downward caught in his hubris

then Agamemnon arose with his Woes

for which no form but Epithet chose

He who laughs louder than all of us - Zeus -

after killing the Gods of his Ancients.

But Helen of course paces as anxious

now being a captive and symbol lust

of Warring as Unadventurous sports

of Slavers, Half-Gods, Cannibals and worse.

COPPER KETTLE

Good day, good morning, and good afternoon.

What has yet to be -- answer for me, look,

Above the clattering disasters’ doom

within the abundance of a moment

As though it were a Lamp made of Copper

and ornate as the lamp sent by Mother

from Cherry Valley to Arizona

where it was piled on top of a mountain

of energy plus matter and light strength

Four hundred miles away at Oak FLat

it Rang on the Earth Rang as it Landed

This is that Sound as Nameless and Sacred

LA MER DE LA TERRE

C’est la belle de la Terre C’est la mem chose

Vous savez bien  - Vous - ne le regrettez

Je me conteste. Je suis Impotente.

La mer je regarde sans je ne sais quo.

Sur le plan je existe avec la existence.

Quell que il chose por il pensament

No parle pas de frances il pa de accent

Porquoi je escrit quan til cest plus de profane

Je me repite: la mer ans sais quo

je le regarde avec la precaucion

le sacre de printemps le sacre de la lune

la adoracion de la terre voila

Le sacriface de l’ocean sur le sable

Le ceremonie de les anciennes

EISENSTEIN vs. EINSTEIN

Eisenstein vs Einstein

Here is the Bulb there -- its Diameters

The Halo  that it Casts is an Image

OF Features Animate portents of Time

and with Light waves as its Paints the Picture

Duplicates emerge, a doppleganger,

The Film is Myself Me and my Pathos.

Unlike Dictator, Porfirio Diaz,

My Medium is Amplified Beauty.

THe formula is simple and ready.

For Energy is a value of Speed

The faster it goes the more Mineral

Take out your Pen and your Paper

WILLIAMS AND EINSTEIN THE YELLOW FLOWER

“--the bomb is also a flower albeit

one bent on our mutual destruction” WCW

Einstein and Williams down on the Light Wave

Encounter each other for the first Hour

They become each other’s Eyes and they Save

Final Answers for Another Power

While one says that Mass equals Energy

That Speed is its Maximum Medium

The Other says something Inaudible.

The Scientist, the Poet,  the Doctor.

“Imagination” both Say Abruptly

At the Same Moment TWo FLowers are BOrn

One will Explode and will Take Mass ALong

The Other Lives ON and Lives On and Lives On

Therefore it is for this Season of Spring

To Let iT RIng Let it Sing Let it Bring!

I Am The Voice of Poetry Said Crow

I am the Voice of Poetry said Crow.
abd answered with a Shadowy Call
Without all my Feathers, what would I Know?
Without their Virtues, I wouldn't Enthrall

I'd not know where to mate or to Borrow
From one Talon of mine to ANother
Unknowing I may appear as their Sorrow
The Humans who fear me I don't KNow How

What can I do but watch their Despair?
Fly over their Heads make mine their Vision.
Oh My Poor Brother! How he must Suffer
What Torture Unbound must he Overcome?

I am What you Make of Me  Call me Art.
The Power of Unknowing Certainty.