Another prompt-based poem. A little less stream of consciousness than the last. Perhaps a little less sensible but, then, it is later now. This one is more me. That is, rambling, convoluted and invoking Spinoza :).
May not get anything written tomorrow as I’ll be out for most of the morning so this one is in reserve.
Night, looking out
Mostly darkness, the odd lighted window.
Empty living room, kitchen with a shadow.
Lives hovering over chaos. Quantum
substrate for a badly etched reality.
Realign the design, retool the
manufactory. Refashion Spinoza’s
substance. That which is and not god but
of which all is. Start with the Ethics.
Near mathematical rules for sensemaking.
Realign with Physics for a retooled
enlightenment. Not to conquer darkness
but comprehend it. Thrill to the chaos.