[instead of love]

You missed the boat

love is long since gone

dead

    dead?

dead

as a door

nail

    why the gap down

    line

    space – why not run it on, indefinitely? Why not

    flow?

Er – you’re more interested in technicalities than the central theme –

love?

    I don’t see how you can separate the two

    if love is in-

    deed dead

    as a door

    nail

   – as you say

    then how you express

    this perceived truth

    cannot be any less

    important than what

    you actually said

    /say

for the poem is a picture

i infer

that tells a thousand words

    indeed

    it does

    your word is a blunt

    blunt tool

    like your note

    or your brush stroke

    pixel or dot

    until allowed to roam freely

    across the wild open

    space

    the unchartered west

    the blank screen or page

    like wild buffalo

    where it feeds on all-fulness

    and rediscovers the pathless way

    of                               .  [                    or

    perhaps              ~

    but then along comes the desire

    to know

    with its left-right gravitational bias

    drawing the eyes

    drawing mind ever onwards

    and down

    into the next

    line or page

    the latest iteration

    of space’s fractal in-zoom/unfold -ingness

    a dance ever re-inventing

    re-defining now

    for lo

    behold – the now cannot

    be contained by form

    be that word

    or thought

    image

    or any thing that screen or page

    conveys it-erally

it-erally – I’m not sure

I follow the sense of this

word

    no

    you haven’t yet seen

    the deeper dance

the?

    the deeper dance

    wherein page –

    the blank screen

    represents infinity =

infinity? but why?

    you missed or ignored the equals sign

that made no sense –

I assumed it was a typo

    the same way your mind ignores any thing

    that fits not into

    the generally accepted iteral flow of things

oh

    assuming, as it does, that variables need to be kept

    to a minimum – to avoid

    confusing counter unities

    or, god forbid, disrupt

    the muchfulness of much

    and thus the page is colonised by words

    words which establish directional bias

    which bring to heel the wolf

    now domesticated dog

    incorporating every wild

    natural archetype

    into a matrix of left-right-down

    hierarchalised flow

    which is entrained directionally

    and skewed towards

    converting an incalculable

    unquantifiable

    isness of being

    into a iteralised

    statistically significant

    mean mathematically

    mind-can-graspfullness of things

    no matter what shape or form

    those things may appear

    to be

er…

    so once you have channelled infinity

    into your apparently-certain field

    you have a regular flow

    of things

    it-erally

    which yields whatever you may need

    and love is now a diamond ring

    unless

    until

    you exceed the load tolerance  

    of what is apparently what

er…

    for should you attempt to assume

    your system is immutable

    should you exceed the maximum carry

    allowed

    your long-established directional bias

    will suddenly

    unexpectedly reverse

but how will we know?

    how will you know

yes, how will we know?

    you will know when love is –

dead?

    dead

gulp

    and the diamond ring disintegrates

    only then will you learn

    the power concealed behind

    within whatever love

    whatever poetry

    whatever life in its

    uncontainable life-fulness

    is

    and as your babel tower of hypothecated

    meaning crumbles

    into the sea of unknowableness

    you will rediscover

    a wild magic

    to carry you across

    the raging torrent

    no less

you think?

    i know

you know?

    i       – behold

oh