Measures in Euclidean Space

Let us tumble now into each other
tortuous slow
that we remember the taste
of this our body.

for Vanessa

Lone dove pale
ghostly gliding o'er
wasteland wrought,
seeming shadow more.

Hold self true,
substant, ne'er undone.
Light made sweet
yet will gain the sun.

On the occasion of finding a recent picture of you

for Susan

Air
falls away
like autumn
and I
cannot breathe.

Anthropomorphic Principle, Weak and Strong Forms

All that is
exists not (as some) because we are here to see it,
nor (as others) in order that we may be,

but rather
so that I might forever fall
through these memories of you.

Corresponding to the fact that variances of independent random variables add

for Susan

Latent like memory,
you haunt my skin.
I have no escape.
This fact follows as the morning
and the evening star.
Quod erat demonstrandum.

Condensed to quiet, I realize
I must forge my own answers here.

Prajna

The how of the knowing
to let ebb and flow.
sigh
That would be nice.

A futility of mathematics

To cast my life in object truth,
to dice this self into quanta
that I may hold each to the light
and say, "Ah! this, too, is now known."

La crise d'objets

Are you outside my skin,
or am I outside yours?
These ten thousand things
fall away like the floor
beneath my feet, yet arise
in the instant of our touch.

We crave these objects solid
and of substance, things
like you and me and love--
but this deep undoing
and relentless rebirth
so starkly show
how no thing is.

There are beginnings
and there are endings.
In the between
is there really a difference?