may 5, 2017
The midnight river was the pulse
Deep behind the veil of days
That produced a sequence of coded expressions
Known only to the farthest reaches of your mind
And in a wash of moonlight
The crests lit briefly
As they rolled into the troughs
And patterned in the constant flow
Was a sequence:
In the relationship of positive statements
That are relatively prime
To the sum of power
We define the nested radical expression
Of seven negative points of Reason
As threads of the structure
Of the all-seeing eye
The clustered roots of the same pieces
In the same logistical positions
Raised to different levels of power
Replaced with a recurring movement
Involving the second and no higher power
Of an unknown hierarchy
Defining their biotic potential
In their method of resistance
That is, the opposite of the electric potential
Of all parts of the lattice
Felt by a single part
Or the power of all charged
Divided by the charge
Into echo chambers
The sum of power felt by all
Exercised by none
Divided by a circular argument
Expanding the sum of power infinitely
To result in a closed form
A constant circular movement
Arising in an attempt to find
The finite meaning of the infinite
The reciprocal of the convergence of unity
And the root of its digression
A linear measurement repeated
To result in a finite value
The limiting ratio of the infinite
Resounding as you approach
In linear recurrence
Raising the power of the circular movement
Within the limiting ratio
Of a spiraling thread
Hanging the structures of the all-seeing eye
Cut by the power of Reason
Into seven linear pieces
Nested into a recurring radical expression
With imaginary roots
That only become approximately real
When cut by logic
And counted in sequence
Each recurrence spiraling deeper
Changing the sequence
What is the finite meaning of an infinitely changing meaning?
What is the constant?
The midnight river runs on
As you stare into the distance
