the scene
is dominated
by tall standing
trees for buildings–
industrialized by Mother,
Her roots become
enslaved by
alpha waves.
hanging in triplets,
they divide the frame
into segments,
transforming peaceful
cotton balls to contorted
giants of the sky.
they represent
constellations
of the emotional zodiac–
these figures revolve
around the sign of
hopelessness hope-
for their formations
have several meanings
we have assigned to them.
the constant
motion of
unsettling equilibrium–
we find balance
in metal frames
that transports
currents that flow
in misguided routes
throughout the body.
for blood is just
the substitute
for the electricity–
before the blue
turns to red,
the voltage makes
the fluid glow
and taste
like lightning.
backs aligned
against chairs,
we quickly
straighten up
our spines in
adjustment to
the scoliosis
of the mind.
for the curvatures
in signatures leave
unimpressive impressions
upon her gentle surface.
we are the jekyll
to her hyde, with
no doctor needed.
and all we do
is leave Her
in hindsight.
yet we are Her
beautiful children…
we are parasitic
humanistic organisms.
E. Eliot, USA
i appreciate the mathematical congruence of your themes and word choices here..and what a great title
thank you so much for taking the time to read the piece. i find myself constantly writing pieces on time. although i struggle with numbers, i am fascinated by how they make up our world.
the title came to me on a drive through arizona soil. never had the mountains looked so human-like, as they twisted and turned in every direction… they dominated the scene. the mountain men tell tales taller than oneself.
Love & light,