Calendared us. From the not ours, not anyones. Schismed into a lack of past, a long ruler, negative as negative, never bending as light does, but stretching flat, unknown to earth, negative to positive, positive as positive. the grip, tight palmed captivating all senses, to tether the possible to blank. facilitate control tether it to time or else there could be 4 yolks (whose surroundings, the whites, the shell remain out of mind), each over a million years long 3 in the past, to define the stage between creation and the end, but not the end end but bended, like light does, back around. here in the 4th yolk, shorter now than those preceding, we are trapped in an era of repetition, conflict and sin in which we can not escape. Here we exist at the furthest distance to the divine. Here perhaps, these sorts of interconnectivities, or synchronizations, the fact you can divine from dipping your ladle in the meshy stew soup tangle of matter floating around our heads limbs and breasts, these coincidences and kismets, collisions and convergences where you can say name one day and see the face the next after years of separation or find the book with the words in it that mirror the conversation you had the morning of, or hear on the radio the biography of a different man with nearly the same words as the one in the page before you to describe such a specific experience one must put their hands up and surrender, these sorts of things which tangle are tight here. Loosened in other phases of yolks. A quelling of the phasing, between the formality of Chaos and the formality of Order, the transference between states, or revolution, and the liquidity, fluidity of states of being might approach, smoothing into oneness, a pearl. Let the whale from land from sea to sea once more. All things describing themselves and each other, perhaps a curse, perhaps a sort of living hell. repetition, repetition with that sort of helplessness. Often we are stuck in sort of loops, a record skips. There is too of course, the deepest magic in refraction, in feedback. Begin to widen, doppler, repeat the phrases expand in proximity to the source. Feedback. Let the whale from land from sea to sea once more. All things in relation to patterns which present themselves in most, or all things. The most truth in the mirroring, in the thing that gets born. Now pattern everything, sometimes. Fear a godless universe. There is no way to imagine an eye that sees itself. An orbit that orbits itself. Natural satellites, the shapes of orbits, and their tidal motions from perigee to the furthest distance of the satellite from its companion, apogee, the pull back and forth between order and chaos, the chaos of order and the order in chaos, and the space between where so much magic happens. Tension. Orbits give a hierarchy. Satellites as companions. Sometimes things have more weight than other things. So this calendar, this larger scale calendar regards the orbiting pattern of us to divinity, or god. The calendar comprehends this in terms of cycles of orbit, and understands we are currently at the furthest apogee from the divine. It does something in its cosmological orbit, it is aware that when something is at its furthest from its companion, there it is able to complete the form - the substance - of closeness. And only with closeness, can something be deemed relative enough to manufacture a concept of distance. This is quite literally darkness and light. Day and night. Grant a wider correlation of life patterns with orbits, look at these phrases robust embrace cosmology.
MY BOSS WENT ON A WHITE HOUSE TOUR
My boss just got back from touring the west wing of the White House
He says its so astounding that a mere mortal can have this access.
He says he went to the situation room His client pauses ‘thats where they watched Bin Laden get taken down’ They both manifest patriotism.
What history there! There is art everywhere he says The art! Those halls!
They sat in the chair that Biden sits in everyday In the conference room. He takes a deep breath. He takes care in describing the table. It wasn't a perfect rectangle, it bowed out, bowed out so you see everyone's face, and you feel powerful It’s important to see everyone When you are the president
He said the flags were half mast all day but he didnt know why. The client says i think it was holocaust memorial day. He says is that it?
Later he comforts a woman Who says This is war This is what you do in war
MY BOSS TOOK A plantation tour once In Louisiana And they claim that’s where the mint julep Was invented.
The day he was in DC Someone drove into the gates of the whitehouse and died He thought why the flags were half mast His clients says it really shows the strengths of the gates doesn't it.
Today they began the ground invasion Of Rafah His client says This is war. This is what you do in war.