après le déluge

After love

Did you know that love can die

and when it does

when it does

the i or the o

the zero or the one

two words

life

and love

how close is close?

how close is close?

So when i loved i was all I

I was all about

what I need

what I want

what I hope

I was a hyper-state of feeling

what I’m not

what I haven’t got

I was all about needing more

until, that is, I died

yes, in case you find it hard to believe
 I died

thank God

 thank god

 than k gOd

   three should suffice

hopefully you bothered to read them feelingly

i tried to provide a little candy for the eye-mind

just to slow you down enough

to let it sink

in

or down

dow n

d

o

w

n

thank god I

died

you know – i’d do it all again

i as in life

as opposed to o – i’ll let you infer

the rest

you’re sharp – you’ll cope

got to keep i o engine ticking over

somewhere between me and you

somewhere between life and death

between me and her

the one, spelt with an o – paradoxically

the one who helped punctuate my

i

so now that i live

in a state of punctuation

humbler

wiser

no – that will not do

now that i’ve transitioned love

discovered an other state

of being

o – the things i have learned

when life led me into a noughtfulness

of what 

pity? you ask –
pity?

look at me – look at me now

says the cat in the hat

look at me now – astride the multiverse

colossal

one foot – one mind in 3d – still

the other – not

not here – not anywhere i can readily define

for how can a wheel, an o, a nought be defined

except in death

grief

a wringing of hands

a wailing

and gnashing of teeth

how?

by now i’m sure you’ve read my Spells

S capitalised – i know some will object

but let your eye-mind contract a breath

or two and it will pass, rest

aSsured

so Spells were the fruit, the progeny, if you will

of my death

finally it came to pass

Eve’s fig leaf fell to the ground

and Adam scratches his head

wondering what all the fuss

had been about

Spells – the song of my death

my gift to myself and all humanity

remember Colossus?

we poet men

all vainglorious hyperbolists

outfacing the sun

or God forbid, God

insisting that our bed

our room

our eye

here lies all

here in my spell – small s

my word weft insanity

my dimensional drama

clutch gear shift

an other brought to us

courtesy of s

the slithery one that worked

so tireleSsly to inveigle

Eve into the passionate state

of Self love – the capital state of

I

ah – so my love – it was time

to dot my i – and who better

to trip me up

to break my stride

to banana skin

my very eye-ful-mind

than O – an empty being

a being of no worth

no beauty or grace

a consummate O

to her I gave my heart

and O decided not

and not proceeded nOt

and there I might have languished

indefinitely

were it not for the fact

that zero, undeniably, equals one

yes, no matter how absurd this sounds

i’m the living proof –

am i not

for behold my dotted i

behold my life – gaze higher – see my head among the stars

the sun is below my nose – is it not

perhaps at the height of my Adam’s apple

on a winter’s day

or third eye in summer

colossal i stand astride

the one place i could not die

no matter what – triptychally – how, or why

my refuge

my home beyond the cold wilderness

the savagery of God’s – dare you aspire to be a poet – 3D

yes, beloved one and all

yes, beloved child of infinity

yes, beloved mushroom maid

fair Dorothea –

mistress of the quantum stream

here we stand

indeterminably

in a fractal state of holography

here we bend, curve, wend and weave

through line and verse

of spells that cannot be contained

in any thing we think we know

or think we feel

or even think – matters

the very stuff of i and o

the very stuff of infinity

teasing us – why?

to be revealed and thus reveal

especially