A quantumindeterminism comprises language's lifeblood,
pulsating, beatingcyclicaldriving. I reachedout, I
broke, I snapped the twig: contextual illuminance.
To break. To snap. End ofthe road. There are no
synonyms nor no reliable meanings, no onething.
It was a cold day, a gray day, and the layers
feedback, mutually inform, beating, pulsating,
pumping in nuanced shading, shading of graying.
Telomeric conservatism requires the meaning, the
hardedgedoutline determining, de termining, where it
ends, where it exactly fits. Terminus. Theend.
Amen.
But it doesn't fit. I reachedout, I extended my
hairy upper primate limb, orangutan orange, to
rip down to break off, to snap the twig, one twig
of tens, of hundreds, of deadends of
unlimberlimbytree.
Shaping little russianiconsinwords, eyes downcasts,
I can distinguish no futures from anypasts anymore.
'Twas a coldday and thesap was downdowndown,
rendering endering twiggytwigs stifflydrylysnappable
endable unbendable. Laconic? Then why. . . ?
Quantumindeterminism ripples tripple hillanddipple
through it all. Twiggywigs. Vibrate. I broke/I
snapped the twig, and the twig snapped, and
broke I back.
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Contextual Illuminance
Copyright © 2010 Ernest Bloom.
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