Semantic Foundry

Note: This meditation on Her Self as Poetica was written after a discussion with A.C. Afterwards, while showering, I thought about Descarte’s Méditations Metaphysiques (1647) otherwise known as Meditations On First Philosophy, which was his examination and discussion of existence, self, identity, desire and conciousness.
(PS: Descarte never wrote nor said “I Think, therefore I Am.)

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This Morning…

another broken connection

four times alone this morning,

infinite in her desire

a thought leading, scattered to the sea

utter a sound, which

has no meaning (to exhale that name)

or an empty mirror

being or being unseen

body bound in silk to boundary

between / be twain God

&

Nothingness

you can’t cross the same river twice

you will drown in my pouring out

and my imperfection is my own

I was pointing –- panting, breathless

I think I was trying to say [something]

rabble babbling child’s meditations on self

featureless faces [] faceless shadows

how defectors to my love factor into

tear apart this frontier trail

they’re the dent in my identity

carnage of our ages    invasion

as evasion of senses, but I am, I exist

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she sends me SMS texts,

as promised

vowels first. Wishing consent consonants,

of those times I dreamed/am dreaming

writ deceptions, desires, then?

mere me than pull of her quantum gravity?

Well, the myriad of dancing shadows of what

for thoughts are naught and what we had

a trope atrophying

song to static – sound to sadness

deaf to definition, more signal

than to noise.