First Asymmetry :: Joseph Robertson

crafted of syllables simmering witnessing
aware of hints of expansion into purpose
permanence replenishment
into light like glass castles on cloud
this ideal this indefinable
as something beyond progressing
progresses in a stark array of elements
the finery of stellar shift
an absolute remaking of every everything
interlaced & simultaneous

do you have a viable defensible answer?
do you have a reserve of time to search?

in the sullen shadow of a creator-raptor
in the wake of revelations dismissed
these walls have witnessed knowledge
in its squeamish remarking
knowledge in its brush with dysjunction
these walls have stood weatherbeaten unsheathed
in the fray of unlikely actions
& so we seek refuge among them
blessed to be made of syllables
to be shorn from smaller completion spilled into vastness

do you remember first waking?
did you sign your vow to wonder?

there have been dark ages
whole nations of innocents plundered by impatience
a wave of narcissus flowers too steep
to override by a breath or by protest
or even by arms
the rise of cool monuments to hot memory
has been a ritual of interruption
but not a cure
& these walls standing open & flouted
remember hotly the sickness the disease & havoc

have you read your existence in tides?
do you know a face made of all faces?

ten billion years to wade & wander
under kindesses unwitting in physics fortunate
ten billion years at play in the fields
of fragmentation filial increase & word-building
we are in fact made of syllables
of the talk & communion of stars
utterances in membrane electron pluvial speak
we are a chance at deliberate expression
of wisdom beauty adventure in full

when were they wed what given?
who can bear witness to the first asymmetry?

a colossus of breeding reading the grit
of emotive physics the timebound boundless
paradox of mirth & reciprocity in violent separation
a bangled fullness of friction
motes of will & want becoming matter
the word that was action & is
the brilliant glow of presence acting on itself
all is coming together in phenomenal brood
to make a resonance that proves itself...

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WRITING & NAMING: the medicine of acquiring knowledge
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Language is that point of contact in the abstract, that plane where the intellectual life within us is enabled to assert itself as part of the overall experience of living. Language is that plane where the individual self is allowed repeated attempts at manifestation. What takes place in the process of writing, in the spilling of ink or the posting of digital characters, the slip toward defining a landscape, however brief, is the sanctification of an individual, and by extension of the human condition as such...

Not every person is a writer, by trade, nor should they be, but there is something about the act of writing that serves the writing individual as if it were a medicine for selfhood, a healing venture into clean waters. Especially so when its intent is to be expressive of secret regions of the mind or to lay out new experimental vessels for such expression. [Keep reading...]