Dominoes

Imagination is a rehearsal of possibilities

Dave KOMOSU

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Just now

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I ask — do perceptions shape reality?
‘Cause I’m watching the world cascade
into made uncertainty.

Then I say — nothing can divide
mass and energy,
even time at its fastest velocity.

I keep riding my jetpack into infinity,
scribing rapid, rustling sheets,
bouncing off topics with momentum
carried from eternity within.
I aim for serenity without.

Now I’m cautiously, curiously
questioning my reason and logic —
‘cause the cat in the box
may really possess nine lives.

Reaching for a paradigm shift
not born of psychedelic trips,
but from the thought that maybe truth,
like light, splits into rainbow rings.

So I search for collectible wins,
for the gold at the end
of the rainbow cloud.

Permit me —
as I fluently speak in my tongue,
languages that originate
from translating my unique views,
that I may uplift
with the strength of wind,
that there be no sinking ships.

Through the ocean of time I swim —
like the orbiting crew around the sun.
My planet revolves from chromosomes
into birth, and I sing my cry
as I see the shade of light
that welcomes me to life.

So I expand my leaves,
know the foundation of my roots.
Hold steady the rudder and paddles —
with force that crushes any Titanics in view.

Build megatronics that defy scientific facts.
Magnify simple techniques.
Master of my ship.

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“Hold sacred your capacity for understanding,
For in it is all — that our ruling principle
won’t allow anything to enter that is inconsistent
with nature or with the constitution
of a logical creature.
It’s what demands due diligence,
care for others,
and obedience to God.”

— Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, 3.9