The Perfect Lens

 

Spied through a crystal ball 

crafted in mid-suspension.

Perfect as the concept 

in a cryogenic vat slung in low-gravity within

a perpendicular wave-tank in which crystal 

spheres are crafted on the far side of the Sun.

Torched under heat of waldos

in laboratories connected by concentric rings.

Spun to gyroscopic and pinned

against the perihelion of a heavy G-contrast.

The computer executes the mold

from the colloid at the centrifuge.

Remote controlled from here on Earth 

at the instant of gravitational balance.

A more optimal form not possible. 

The digital midwife delivers the contacts

in just under thirty-six weeks.

No limit to their focus 

Calibrated from a star.

grim griddle

subject to a tap on the

index finger the bleeder of

trees in the winter is

summoned, a mistaken identity

he is taken away and never

missed,  a sapling grows

in his place, holding a polished

post mortem knife to the veins of its brothers

their blood boils in cauldrons

kept out back in a rusty shack

and the vanished tender's agony

is slowly spread on everyone's smile

breaking fast

 i died stuffed with grief.

my eyes bulged,

eggs.

their final vision:

an embryo

dropped

from the black brink

of eternity

to land sizzling

congealing

sunnyside up on my plate,

my breakfast

that i cannot eat,

that i cannot ever again eat

whispers

 1.

(i am so empty.

 circus tents

 balloon bouquets

 grease

 paint)

2.

(i walk slowly now.

 most pigeons are gray)

3. 

(i never look where i'm going.

 i know my friends

 by the shoes they wear)

4. 

(i hang myself on a coat rack.)

   (i find it more dignified.)

Linguistic Immersion Club

 

   This is a peculiar ramification of an extraordinary attempt to litigate an unusual resurrection with ancient speech patterns. You see, an alternate approach to inherent docudramas is the concurrent introspection of illiterate dynamics insipidly brought to the forefront of planar functions . . . this is in actuality a fused model of that portion of understanding frozen within the communicative mold, with no way of approaching an agreement of testimonial understanding.  Thus it is clearly evident that trapped within the crystalline structure of discourse is a newborn evergrowing seed of comprehension that seeps through the black earth of nonsensical crust, sprouting much like a tender plant reaches for the nutrients of sunshine. It is fully apparent that systematic arrangements of unconnected symbols with continual relentless rearranging eventually reach a pitch of abstract intensity . . . it would be superwise to state that only through the employment of continual nonsense can any given conversation of today achieve the significant meanings interconnected with our alternately crumbling and stacking complex modern world. 

   Aye, through the exercise of repeated phoneticisms one can truly only oil the gears of speech and communication into a proper receptive mode of interconnective meaning. Thus it is now decreed that an organization of individuals who only confer by uninterrupted rapid bursts of scientific techno-sounding nonsense has been assembled together into a group known as the Linguistic Immersion Club . . . as the members of this esteemed and crazy club grow larger and larger, more and more of them realize with stunned surprise and quickly fading bafflement that their generated discourses of utter nonsense have with time transformed into speeches which mold themselves into truly comprehensive intricacy . . . this now causing them to turn to each other with new eyes of contact, open and unblinking as of newborn things, and then all the members of the club would adjourn only to meet again when they can look forward to that remaining conversation which will lead them all (and eventually the media too) into full and total comprehension of only that which needed to be comprehended. 

   [The postulate that commands linguistic immersion is this: to communicate properly, one must first cut through the noise and non-noise to enter into the pure "silence" that allows comprehension to begin.]  A continuous stream of nonsense, especially spiced with modern technical terminology, is the very tool that can cut through to the heart of real meaning in today's crazy mixed up world.