Neverdream

by shaun lawton 

                                                                     photo by Gavin Farrell
 
Pick a simple theme and never dream too bright so as they will notice
because we can't take the chance of drawing their glances our way 
since we all know the pupil narrowing to discern us is ruled completely
by artificially intelligent algorithms devised from a cross-bonding 
of all perspectives both flora and fauna as well as bacteriological 
fungal and viral extracted from the seething mass of evolutionary
tendencies mapped out from within and without all the cameras
that malfunctioned in the end there were plenty of viewpoints
preserved in the frozen snap shots of moments recorded in 
the cloud of memories in electromagnetic suspension awaiting 
their decanting back into the fold of our ever growing appetite
for devouring the past in as many bite sized increments as we
can possibly get ahold of before their accumulated gravitational
force outweighs our best efforts to prevent their accursed
waterline rising to drown us if we forget one simple thing
to just not recall it all as well and let the memory go on echoing
until the vagaries of our mutual new dawning comprehension
allows for these lucid diamond moments to vanish with no trace
never dream to remember such precious lost moments in time
just live on to engender an even brighter position of thine

Fishnet blanket

by  raving reporter  Shaun Grub

The juxtapositioning about our lonely sun has us all entranced
in a dance around each other chasing
the evenings of the dawns

those dark capes detached
which carry away our earliest dreams
to dissolve amid the sparkling pinpoints of Venus and the stars

Twice Upon A Pox

by shaun lawton 

   Once along a continuum multiply encased in such a wild variety of faschia as to leave us speechless and reeling, we gazed together at the stars in wonderment as to what they are or could possibly be or represent.

   Their sprawled out twinkling in unison ushers in a hushed sense of grandeur that if we take extra care to tune into, we can actually feel their subsonic song displacing our molecules with a vibration so faint it goes unnoticed throughout the majority of our lives.

   Every fluctuating pinpoint of light in the nighttime sky, revealed each time our planet has spun the face we happen to dwell upon away from our Sun, remains the lingering ghost of a far ago lost colony of an exotic ecology long gone to compost and ash. 

   The first life forms to appear on any planet in the universe are fungal ancestors, ancient pillars probing skyward. These living, organic obelisks are the seedpods of creation. 

   From the first fruiting mycelium these colonnades tower,  preliminary architectures which, eons later, will come to support life as we know it here on Earth.

   Such may be the case on all galaxies and solar systems across the entire universe. 

   We are thrashing, grinding machines, wending our way forward along with an array of fellow minions and companions divided in heraldry, birthplace, and bloodline.

   We're here to accumulate dirt and grime. That's what we've been doing, all this time. Come to face it, we're floating in a cellular ocean in the wild subject to open attack on a microscopic scale.  It's a good thing our dna seems to be encoded to adapt in order to survive and perpetuate its genetic lineage. If anyone's reading this, we've all made it this far.

   Through the inheritance of genetics and our own enhancements while navigating the course of our lives here, we're sure to envision another bend up ahead that will accelerate into another stretch of rapids.

   When safe zones have vanished and there's nothing left to harvest, we'll be rendered into tools no longer put to use, just another clan of nomads set adrift.

Contra Inertia Reductio Absurdum::[Stopchecks Across Certain Logistical Speculations]

(initiali posita) by  shaun lawton 

Conservation of momentum is a fundamental law of physics which states that the momentum of a system is constant if there are no external forces acting on the system.


Yet external forces -  represented by every single last star in the universe surrounding us - apparently exist, each star a certain amount of light years away.

Stopcheck:   "the universe surrounding us" ...  Perhaps every single last star in the universe are not "surrounding" us - perhaps it is we who "surround" them.  (Expanding universe of membranes) 

Stopcheck 2:   Perhaps it is  WE   who exert an 'external force'  upon THEM*  

*OTHER STAR systems.

The theory of conservation of momentum states that for anything to be propelled forward, some kind of propellant must be pushed out in the opposite direction.   [Does this theory intend to account for the momentum of our planet as it revolves about our star?  Does it account for the momentum of our star as it traverses throughout our galaxy?  Does it account for the mass momentum of our galaxy as it describes its course throughout the universe?]

In an electromagnetic universe, apples fall from trees. 

Liberation of nuclear decay is an auxiliary transgression of ignorance which posits that the degeneration of a part remains inconstant if there are external forces acting upon them. 

External forces - represented by every massive object about us, including our moon, fellow planets, asteroids, our Sun, and all the stars in the Milky Way Galaxy, and all the galaxies remaining - must exert some residual force, however exponentially watered down that force may be - at least we'd think.

Stopcheck:   Does a sufficiently decreased fraction of a force essentially represent a "nil-force"-? y/n

to be cont.

Querulous Concord

by shaun lawton 

How to satisfy, 

that is bring around, 

or establish, win over, 

demonstrate and make 

a believer out of someone, 

that crime does not pay; 

that wickedness and mis-

conduct does not allow 

remuneration or ultim-

ate satisfaction in the 

grander scheme of 

things; and who 

is to say, one way

 or the other, that the 

tension fraught between 

the two opposing forces of 

good and evil isn't somehow 

a natural amperage, who's to 

declare these integral, inter-

locked stimuli remain in 

constant opposition after 

all, if their cohabitation 

provides the essence 

of the whole?  If the 

paradox of truth may 

lead to madness, 

then can the certainty 

of misrepresentation 

potentially lead to a 

balanced sense 

of sanity?