On Sundays at an inspirational 10:14AM
while others are sat on benches and fed sermons and prescriptions
I atheistically regress into asking child-like questions
aesthetically expressing my mind’s lane hanging out to dry on a world tree

An automated inner voice machines questions
as if tooling on lathes and laser cutters
I play truncated chess with logs of languages to the reckoning of numbers
as plastic as the output from 3DPs from which I construct a story; yours if you like

rathe creations blooming early shavelings
shave and burn and cut imagination, dumb it down to a stump,
sharpen it to Odin’s spear on the cheap compressed wood that is my brain
polluting the reader while satisfying a shifting use.

Darwin, you erased Aristotle’s question from the mundane:
why have certain species not materialized?
in flesh, blood and other liquids; what took them out of the sane?
I demand explanations of patterns, I demand frames:

There are unicorns, but where is mine?
there are gnomes, as alternative truths, do you lie?
there is you, as a flower self-reflecting on a murky water surface
there is peace, as a chain smoker quiting, in between puffs

I knowingly sip hot water crystal clearly misting spectacles, intentionally
sorting out the Babel evidenced
on Sunday at 10:27 I succumb to shifts and dislocations in explanatory frames
on Sunday, more Woden Wednesdays are near.

On Sunday autumn leaves plays and mind’s a page.




—animasuri’23




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Triggers and Seedlings:

Garfinkel, A. (1981). Forms of Explanation: rethinking the questions in social theory. New Haven: Yale University Press. pp. 9, 19

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