Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the jury is still out, sequestered,
somewhere in a motel along the interstate.
poetry is not emotion, but escape from same.
justice is not a moment, but sweet time.
science is not time, but temporal exile.

in light speed orbit i could return to the future.
i can't imagine time; it was never worth the time,
the warp orbit or obit of a mad craftsman.
no one thinks like einstein anymore,
up against so much astronomy.

do i dare disturb the epochs?
i should lay down in the midst of them,
here, now, fete and banquet the buddha.
do i dare disturb a silent bloodline,
or a politician's wettest dream?

I always like your questions, mnaz!!!
also the void-traces your afirmations leave
bravo!!!

good stuff, mnaz, good stuff.

Not half-bad! Though better to use active than repeated passive (tobe ornottobe, which is to say to izz, or not to izz)

no one thinks like einstein anymore,
up against so much astronomy.

I liked it all but that bit especially

awesome, mnaz.

in light speed orbit i could return to the future.

Cool--from the Gene Roddenberry school of phuturist poetics

Well, I'm no Einstein, that's fer sure.

Thanks Arcadia, mtmynd, tarbaby, e dog, & Toten.