A.
Familiar friends through a veiled door,
I'm set to waking
through slumber.
No sense of exact measures,
the teapot is humming with vague whistle.
Time is cleaving the air.
B.
Trace -- silhouette of former image
luring the eye in a torus-dance, by
degree, resolution snaps in.
Webbed currents of pathways past,
leaping forth with harvest and feast;
budding deep in singular action.
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(Photo Untitled, by Amber 770, Tampa)
Equinox Editorial Excerpt, 1909 ev
"We are Mystics, ever eagerly seeking a solution of unpleasant facts.
We are Women & Men of Science, ever eagerly acquiring pertinent facts.
We are Sceptics, ever eagerly examining those facts.
We are Philosophers, ever eagerly classifying and co-ordinating those well-criticised facts.
We are Epicureans, ever eagerly enjoying the unification of those facts.
We are Philanthropists, ever eagerly transmitting our knowledge of those facts to others.
Further, we are Syncretists, taking truth from all systems, ancient and modern; and Eclectics, ruthlessly discarding the inessential factors in any one system, however perfect."
[Re-edited 2014 ev]
- Joshua
- Florida, United States
- Arts & science enthusiast -- enjoys the company of Nature and working on projects close to his heart.
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