An Empirical Life

Change is happening
what does that mean to me?
Delta and gravitation in an
antinomial algebraic tragedy.

I ask for and experiment on
the sounds and words to rise above
my pitiful and literal expression
of what should have been more love.

With pith helmet and khakis
I search the darkest continent
for the elephants and cheetahs
then return home to find them.

You and they are fabricating
theory with a fashionable drift
the farther we go out into the surf
the more the surface is a gift.

The academic on too much coffee
meanders through his lines of force
original impulses only recently
have taken the shape of a legless horse.

Both he and I drink black
boxes of fermented representations
smiling at the novel output
impressionistic with hints of citrus.

At this point on the x-axis
books are scanned not read
purchased sight-unseen for stacks
to be reviewed in cold blood.

I made some serious progress
in mental hospitals and clinics
in group homes I discovered
more than one catastrophic dynamic.

Still time leaps long-legged
from t-one to t-two forgetting
to head off to work every day
to support the other dimensions.

I ask for and experiment on
the sounds and words to rise above
my pitiful and literal expression
of what should have been more love.

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