Friday Nite Poetry: Adding It All Up

Graph of example function,

Graph of example function, (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Some time back I did a little exercise using different number series or the digits of important irrational numbers as guides to the meter I would use in my poems. I called this series the Elohim, based on the idea that some people call mathematics the language of God. I bring these here for the first time. I hope you enjoy. Oh, and don’t forget, if you reblog this, or any other Friday Nite Poetry post, I will send you the link to a pdf of my chapbook, The Delicate Art of Saying Yes.

 

Elohim Part I (The One)

 

A lone thought
Spoke
Against the void
Just
As it saw itself
Aware of all possibilities
Before
They became possible.
Expression is lost
Without words
Or adequate shapes.
What to do with this ghostly clay?
What names for that which does not exist?
How to measure creation?
Thoughts to keep you ‘wake in unborn night.
Still you see,
Account
And value
For the potential held within.
Calculating
Each curve in boundless space
Patient
Wary of the details
Ruled by units
Yet unset.
No hard law
Written for these brash, new ideas.
Axioms
Denied
For seemingly endless span.
The formless seeking a solid form
In which to settle.

 
Chaos
Forms the strange frame for order.
Spiraling boundaries,
Definitions
Vague
And incomplete long after the bang.
It is better than nothing.
Still,

 

The difficulties vex.
Variety of variables
Uncounted.
Permutations unavoidable
Rise before the new, waking conscious.
What concern
For factors so very distant?
Need you account for
Motes?

 
Uncertain outcomes
Created by fast, unwelcome
Data.

 
New equations must be rewritten
Before the old are conceived
to bring some sense
to dense, ceaseless streams of gibberish
and just maybe
facilitate
some precognition.
A roadmap drawn before roads exist,
Pointing
To center.

 
He/She/It knew it before
The means to explain the great plan.
One
Utterance of Logic
Provided push.

 
They listen to the stream
Without
Knowing what it is to listen.
Applications sent forth
Within.

 
They carry on these bright formless
Terrible, gentle servants of One,
Existing only as complex thoughts.
Messengers and carriers true,
Delivering their packs
Weightless
Cargo: abstract interaction.

 
Loyal host
Performing well
A million functions per second
Squaring
The circle before
It becomes
Impossible.
Unseen,
Heard,
Held
loved by One thought before time.

 
Without my hands I will shape
That heavy stuff lacking substance.
Pushing, pulling and arranging
Unfazed
By
The magnitude
Because magnitude exists not.

 

 

 
Wild angles fly through each axis
Directing traffic flow
Of scattered ideas
Bend
Straight the course
Set by
Formulae forever changing.
I make
Corrections.

 

 

 

The One gives no symbols
To define its actions.
The wild functions
Will give their own forms to this.

 
Faith a necessary quality
When proof wild
Drags belief kicking, screaming
And reluctant
With tedium:
Line after endless line.

 
Laws, tautologies the foundation,
Firm yet frightening
A daunting, high truth.

 
Your explanation
Should be all the wild functions need
To see
To move
Understand
You
But inadequate structure
Prevents
any reflection,
exposure
to underlying
motivations for their own being.
And why should they?

 
It pleases the One that they exist,
Give,
Meaning
To the boundless curves spinning
Through dimensions
Conceived without clear direction
Round
Each
Point
stretching in and out at once
depending on
The One’s point of view.

 
It smiles
Though it has no form to do so
Convince it has
Worked.

 
Some doubt
Will invade my consciousness.

 
Missed
Opportunities to well explain
Though such acts
Will alter the understanding
Contaminating
Data
And
Faith.

 
Best to leave untouched
Unspoken, unlit
The growing question
Continuous secret accretion
Mysteries without end
Purpose is bound
In enigma
In more than one context.
Unearned
Equals
Unloved when the answers come easy.
I know they will
Appreciate such a cruel gift
Given eternity to do so.
And I will be pleased
Basking in warmth,
The gratification an artist
Alone feels.

 
A grand mess
You have left strewn about the planes,
One
I survey the vast geometry
Hoping you have some clue.

 

 

 

Elohim Part II (The Many)

 

Blink

Watch

Cell
Splits
In two

Life
Spreads
Across
The flat plane.

Grows
Large
On strange
And sharp curve
Overtaking it.

Crushed
By
Own weight
But moving
Ever and onward
Finally gorging on its tail.

 
It
Can’t
Help but
Wonder at
Its own existence
As it continues to swallow
Itself and still manage, somehow, to multiply.

 
One
Is
Many
Finally
Reaching self knowledge
Striving to be One yet again.
Whittling, weeding itself down despite how pointless
Endlessly breaking itself down in desperate search for the hopeless, Gnostic dream.

 

 

 

Elohim III  (The Structure)

 

Drawing lines
And choosing spots
On which to place blocks

The smooth calculus
Benefits
The new structure

The One Harnessed
by chains that it made
at time’s start.

Making useful
To Wild Functions
Minute shards of truth.

Only the wanted parts
Convenient
Methods and facts.

Wild Functions rise
Held aloft by stage
Built on thought.

Arching dome
Shelters from rain
Of doubt and reason.

Reason that offers
The mortar
For this temple.

Irony lost
On the fat high priests
On their thrones.

Serve The One
Their low mantra
In keening rhythms.

Wild Functions add up
Benefit
Of keeping faith.

Divided by
Varying problems
They are lost.

 

 

 

Elohim Part IV (The Boundaries)

 

Seek
Connection to the One
Here.
Within the confines of your thoughts.

Messages
In color
Transmitted from the vast reaches of
Inner space deep and forbidding.
Secrets locked away by your shame,
Lore tied down by your anger,
Removing you
From rightful place in the equation.
Introduce the strange new routines
Allowing you to rewrite your function.
Redefine your
Place and value in the One’s plan.
Announce yourself
To the abstract entities in
Numbers.

 

Reveal meaning

 

And unveil the truth

 

Hidden from other Wild Functions.
Spiraling
Around reason’s framework,
Lighting dark corners.
Keep being a nuisance,
A stubborn,
Buzzing, biting, stinging hornet.
Stab
At
The lies and crafty half-truths.
Shaped by the cold jailers of
The One.

Illuminate

That is your purpose so very proud,
Tasked
By yourself and by the One.
What harm, modicum of vanity
If you fulfill your best function?

And adoration,
Pouring forth from masses
Desperate for a meal
Of truth
In whatever portion you serve.
Though they may not digest.
Harsh words
Aimed
At prophets
That will dare failure
To deliver
Unpromised hope.
The fault always in the message
Or worse the messenger.
Gallows
Await
Too successful Oracles.

But you persevere,
Pushing
Forward against the force.

The relentless
Repulsion of ideas
Alike
Competing for their due glory.
Rays
Of burning, unbudging values.
Clashing, exploding into chaos.

The One
Resting within
These boundaries
You discovered with no assistance
Unseen, unbreakable walls.

Still, you’re not allowed to choose
Your tools.

The brushes with which you paint
Meaning.

They still let you
Gaze
Upon the unique patterns hidden
In the language of the universe.
The letters
Ever-changing glyphs all in a row,
Code
Neat,
Infinite
Yet bounded in all its forms.
Allowing you
So much leeway to imagine
Greater purpose
For each unique function,
Their place on the line
And how it works.

Roots, bases and permutations
Are the opiates of the seer.

Promulgating the ethos
Of beauty’s nature
Restricting
The view of the cosmos in time
Ignorant irony
Perpetuated by intent
Both virtuous and pretentious.
Trapped
By your high aspirations,
And many talents,
Blinded,
Def,
And dumb,
Hobbled by arrogance
Masked as humility.
The message
Lost to you
Buried beneath the medium,
Drowned out by harmony.
Resting
On your,
Haunches
You declare
To soon, victory.
Ignorance banished
From the field.
Only to hide in plain sight.
Making mockery of your efforts.
Taking nest,
Pleased
At the time you have loaned it.
A lost year, decade or century
A few more
Days to deny the Wild Functions.

You step back for a view.

Sighing, you return to board
And take up your pencils,
Your microscope and graph.
Readying for another
Effort.
The One will forgive you
If it takes,
Just a little more.

 

 

 

Elohim Part V (The Boundless)

 

Start here
Up, down
Back, forth
In, out,
On, off
Repeat
Function

Reeling
From the
Motion
Of our
Being
Notice
How it
Stands still

Mortar
From our
Lessons
Standing
On the
Shoulders
Of the
Giants.

Growing
Out from
Sleepy
Musings
Keeping
Track of
Lazy
Thinking

Random
Spurts of
Conscious
Reaching
Grasping
Building
Intent
Sends us

Knowledge
Breaks down
The wall
Between
Us and
The One
Brings us
Closer

Wisdom
The glue
Holding
Divine
And the
Mortal
As one
Being

Tracing
Our path
Through the
Questions
The route
Takes us
Back to
The start.

 

 

 

 

 

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