Any Direction

Any Direction

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

amidst the orange and blue Doppler explosions
on the ultrasound screen, a wildfire of blood flow
so to speak, a small slit appeared because modesty
is the peanut's forte,

an ordered pair where the variables are the same,
an infinite pairing placed on what could either be
a cosmic Go Board or a chessboard or a
checkerboard subtracted of its opposing hues,
branching from the place that look like
owl eyes subtracted of the total owl essence,
it's being could go into any quadrant,

all positive,
half-negative and half-positive,
all negative,
half-positive and half-negative,

infinitely many points to pick from,
infinitely many ways to mathematically
describe something that can only be
approximated with the correct prose,
the life of the human to be,
the life of the human to live,

at some point, it has to start,
it has to begin, it has to originate,
and that place is called the womb,

from there, any direction matters not

© 2012 Kenneth The Poet


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I think I'm going to have to dig through a cardboard box in the storage shed for my slide rule to figure this one out. They wouldn't let me take fundamental finger counting in college, so I had to start with Trig. The class started at six pm, I'd always been up since 6am..... needless to say my mathematical focus seemed to alway end up plotting the sleep drool stringing down from my mouth... what quadrant, sine or cosine it ended up being I haven't a clue any longer.... fortunately I could cancel that negative grade with a positive .....

infinity owl eyes... I like that. I also like the inclusion of the womb in the equation, and have always wondered about the chaos probabilities involved before sperm meets egg and how it might, after the organic fusion... begin to affect the choices in directions after that....

A very intellectual write, bring yer slide rules, this guy is lots smarter than a speeding North Dakota freight train and can leap quantum buildings in a single thought.

Posted 13 Years Ago


The ending is fact. We must have a beginning. Then free will and luck takes over. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Kenneth The Poet
Kenneth The Poet

Bismarck, ND



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Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..