THEORY

Civilization swoons under the weight of a solid theory
Gravity warping space and time

Theories within the cornucopia of thinking

Ruminations of the curious mind.

A quantum shift in reality

The world,

rocked after the insurmountable is explained

Hypotheses and their metamorphosis:

Existence contained within the brain

T  hese

H elp

E  veryone

O bviate

R  eality’s

Y ardstick

Idea revolution, concept evolution

New thoughts percolating from the depth of consciousness

as if by natural selection, geothermal convection,

plate techtonic movement or visual misdirection

The universe: an optical illusion?

And we sometimes see what the heart wants us to see

To illuminate chaos; impossibilities

The gas cloud of confusion hanging over our heads

until Bose-Einstein condensation rains down

jewels of a theory.

T  ruth

H ypothesis

E  xtrapolation

O f the obvious

R  eduction

Y es! Eureka!

Every academic field flourishes from theories:

Music, education, math, physics, astronomy, and biology

Economics, game theory, money action and reaction

How about theology?

Big bang! BIG bang. Could it really be?

The strange attraction between matter and anti-matter

Long-term potentiation, LTP, in our brains to make us smarter

The electromagnetism of contemplation, speculation

And creation from ZERO

T  ested

H elped by

E  mpirical

O bservations

R evised and reliable

Y ahoo!

Theories, the ancient greeks first developed

The geeks, and uber-freaks enveloped

By the scientific method

We've yet to define romance by a theory,

Yet selfish genes, memes, and other biological themes,

Attempt

Love fully-expounded would be love rendered dreary

Some things are more exciting as a conundrum or mystery

Perhaps when a Theory of Everything is at our disposal

The pursuit of knowledge will inevitably be

UNNECESSARY:

A startling possibility

THEORY on it's knees

Resuscitated!

Consciousness is such a slippery thing
like oil spilled over water.
floating above the primordial activities of our being
I dare dive into sleep
flying in my dreams
Hanging onto the threads of pale moon beams

Like an icicle slowly melting
My consciousness slips away
And I fall into black
Thick gray soup coalesces into a frozen pond
Withered leaves fall dizzily toward the darkness
of my dampened mind

Time stands still for ages
silence shatters the moonlight into crescent particulate slivers
And I melt into the violet rain
There's an oblong arrow pointing into nowhere
I'm already there
Most of us want to know if we are alive
but not this spirit.
Silver nitrate sponge head rest cradles me

SznNaP !
SZnaP !!
Electrostatic defibrillation jump-starts my gelatinous heart
My spine arches violently
explosively I awake into a spectrum of technicolor
and bright light
I thought it was the end
but spirit decided to put up a fight

Consciousness:

Resumed

Thought-Impunity

Omniscient Cyclopes consternation.
Witnessed future of a dying nation

A Symbiotic duplicity necessity
Cyber stalking sewer slurry

Happy thoughts chase sad and weary.
Down the winding passage of time
The pain hates thee
Wakes thee and breaks thee.

Weird ergative and transitive

Living lived Death breaths
Beneath the sinned skin

No-care integration of zero digits
Counting sheep as sleep sets in

You are who that is during the day and in dreams
Conscious consciousness consumes all extremes 
Between what is thought and what is done
Is a maelstrom of neural thunder
Scattering logic, tempering action 
Filtering reaction like an investigator’s comb
run through hair. 
Words work their way from your mind 
down your spine to fingertips and lips
to cohesion and treason 
of meaning and feeling
a reification of living
Living lived while thinking indiscriminately.

Before orchestration and manifestation,
your thoughts have impunity. 

Chaotic Cerebral Calculations Are a Crime?

96 million butterflies fluttering within a cavernous cerebral cortex
247 trillion tessellating synaptic connections
Electrical impulses bouncing at the rate of 12 micro-seconds per cubic picometer of white matter

Hardly matters
(Because everything is relative to golgi apparatus mitochondrial DNA.)

These are my statistics and I live it
It took me ages just to give it
but my brain is a bucket of jello, jiggling as it plays

Bach's sonata in double-D minor
Symphony tympani reverberation over-timer
beating ventricles this way, that way, every day
as cortical flesh fluctuates in shades of grey

In my skull there are these wonderful creatures
Operating on my most important features
My cadence, my rhythm, credit I give them
for syncopating my electro-chemical activity
in this abundant neurological relativity

Dopamine, scopalamine, acetaminophen too
Just a few, the same for you, to keep from turning into goo
Pia matter, dura matter, sub-arachnoid space
Different layers, different players, in keeping the brain in place

Axon dendritification. neurotransmitter creation
endocytosis and macrophages
Never on vacation, a conduction station
and oh miosis plus dividing cell stages
all instantaneous reactions in time

These processes are hazy
Going crazy!
Maybe, just maybe
I've lost it
My wit
or I'm completely out of my mind

(the butterflies constructed this line by line
as if chaos were a crime)

Neural Freeze-out

Sub-zero feelings
a mallet could shatter the heart
As frozen ventricles 
never thaw from these sour notes
Disharmonic minor 
Out of pitch

sends each music-filled neuron into a mental freeze-out

So cold, levitation is nearly possible
Electrons cease their furious movement
to pacify
and temper 
this fragile pump of blood
coagulated as thought vibrations bring it down
to icy levels and below
absolute zero is expected as the symphony deteriorates

when your voice pitched
'I don't love you anymore'

Walnut Universe

Everyone has their hidden secrets,
their forlorn ghosts.
Thoughts are like the wind as it carries 
the autumn leaf across a grey-cast sea.
In God you harbor faith.
Where is your place in all the space?
We belong in this world as one of many:
a field of wheat in a horizontal eternity.
But everywhere one turns, another wall to topple
another rug to hide the dust.
Existence is a drink: two parts confusion: three parts lust.
I'll burn away MY pride.
I will not hide, 
not anymore. 
The mysteries, sure, are mine,
but they are also yours. 
We'll share the star stuff in the scruff of time.
I'm going to breath you in,
this to begin.
Blend my conscience with yours.
We'll climb out from the basement of the mind
into clarity and sunlight
as a butterfly undergone its metamorphosis.