fogdrifts
lift and pull
veiling now
then screaming into
forever
lights in the distance
haloed
and then whoosh
goodbye fellow traveler
let me bless your journey
into my past
while I blow through yours
on a subliminal level
each environmental cue
prompts reflexive jumps
into defensive awareness
self-destructive
shedding ego I open
my eyes to alternative possibilities
of destruction
involving me or not
cases
may be
made
David Trudel © 2014
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Wrapped in an envelope that thickens and thins
Fractured thoughts slide unlettered
With limitless potential
But lacking the certainty of conviction
Slippery and elusive as dream fragments
That seemed almost tangible at dawn
Before dissolving into the unremembered compost
Within this skin
Stamped with life’s toll and addressed to fate
Dancing through a series of brilliant non sequiturs
Waiting to be received, opened
And read by an adept
Fluent in the tongue of impossible ambiguity
David Trudel © 2013
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There are these quantum computers available
If you can spare the ten million or so it’ll cost you
They are able to go beyond binary thinking
Using supercooled processors they use the laws of quantum
Ambiguity rules since they can be yes, no, maybe so
Able to exist in the opposite state simultaneously
Turning accountants into poets
Who no longer have to be black and white about things
But can consider gray as a possibility (which will drive auditors crazy)
Unfortunately their clients have been mostly governments and corporations
Those quantum computers are probably being used for military purposes
Or developing strategies to maximize the profitability of resource extraction
And other even less benign schemes
But wouldn’t it be fun to get one for poets and philosophers to use
Asking eternal questions in quantum space
Exploring all the contradictions inherent in our flawed condition
We could distill all the music that really moves us into a single harmonic jewel
Peel away all the layers of fact until we’re left with just our own fiction
Watch pinhead ballets by infinities of angels
Or come to the conclusion that conclusions are illusions
So let’s crowd source an investment in one for fun
Set up an online philosopher’s café and an open microphone for the poets
Quantum computing truth in every dimension
David Trudel © 2013
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Sometimes its good to be in the margins
I like the ambiguity of not being this or that
Black or white
Instead I float in between
In the gray fog of obscurity
Where I can choose to venture into black
Or white
At my own discretion
Of my own volition
Returning to hedged half light
Where positions aren’t fixed
Where compasses swing madly
In uncharted territory
David Trudel © 2013
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Slipping into and out of this dream
Stateless
Where reality bleeds into fantasy
Like fog on the water when the margins disappear
Gray on gray
My consciousness is that ambiguous
In this non-moment
One drop that neither falls nor ascends
Holding the promise of the universe
An ocean within a realization
Waiting for gravity or perhaps evaporation
For a moment of transcendence
From discretion to completion
From point to pointless
To oneness with everything
In this stateless dream
Where the margins disappear
Along with the horizons
And there is no other place to look
Except within
David Trudel © 2013
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ambiguous
some days are like that
what?
ambiguous
not quite a total fucking disaster
but not bad either
gotcha, says he
it’s the middle of winter
but when the sun shines
even a grey day
shows some colour
like a redwinged blackbird
on a fenceline
tenuous as hell
when its raining and cold
it all gets to be
ambiguous
like that
David Trudel © 2014
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