Category Archives: Verse

Being In Time

I need to be in the state I’m in. I need to dwell on the indwelling. I need to unpack the original source, Too long hidebound by habit of force.

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Habitations

Our reach exceeds our rut and yet We grasp but what we drag into it. Re: Scott Aaronson • A Coronavirus Poem

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So Many Modes Of Mathematical Thought

So many modes of mathematical thought, So many are learned, so few are taught. There are streams that flow beneath the sea, There are waves that crash upon the strand, Lateral thoughts that spread and meander — Who knows what … Continue reading

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Iconoclast

Things thrown out from a center Cooling signs of a central fire Expiring cinders of life within Sent from a star to start again

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❦ Pyramus & Thisbe ❦

It’s all about love And the knots thereof I have known beauty I’ll bring it to you Jon Awbrey • 12 Nov 2014

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grabitational singularity

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A Meno Acid

What answers to the Meno Paradox Comes in the moment of realizing — Gathering together the building blocks Is just the beginning of the building.

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Providence

Red-breasted robins and brown-speckled starlings Mobbing the crab-apple tree outside my window, Stretching their necks for the frozen red berries — The snow-sprinkled branches saved them for now. Jon Awbrey 31 Dec 2012

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That Aristotling Town

The man’s reputation for dualing exceeds him. It’s a mode more the eyebeam of the beholden. Western wayfarers will claim him their founder, But they founder on the way his meta*physick Straddles the narrow straits of their harbor. Jon Awbrey … Continue reading

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Landfail

Adrift on the oceans of memory I touch on an isle of solidity And try to plant my feet — But only push off back to sea.

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