The sea-soaked philosophers know that logic is a wave function.
And that function, whether a wave or a dream, is as outrageously
Real as the rest of us.
The desert-dry stars are aluminum fairy tales in pop-can verse.
The happenings of what happened are now charged with memories.
And both memories and gravity pull you in.
What can be can only be what we are willing to guess
And what we have become to mean. Handwritten somewhere between
The calligraphy of philosophy
And the probability of a poem.
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Great thoughts to ponder here, Bob.
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Bob, you have thrown in some mighty fine grammar with this poem…”And both memories and gravity pull you in.” is about my favorite line, but really this whole poem is wonderful.
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some great images here, Bob to ponder —
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