C.G. Jung Parts I & II

Part I

I theorize about the sequence
of our days together, and
the decreasing probability of
those days continuing consecutively.

Consequently,
each day's connectivity
to the next
is a mindfuck ubiquitous
in each aspect of my routine.

Speak your will
in regards
to the direction you wish to take.


Part II

One chance in a number
fifteen sobering digits in length.
One quarter of the world's
circumferance in distance apart.
One young man.
One scientist.

One feeling middle-class male
argues
the possibility
of synchronicity.
He argues for his sanity.
He argues for his stability.
In the name of all things comprehendable,
he argues.

Even when his
quasi-normal
existence defines discomfort,
he argues.

Twenty-five playing cards.
Five square shapes on five cards,
five circle shapes on another,
etc.

One quasi-normal middle class male.
One misunderstanding scientist.
Twenty-five soulless playing cards.

on cummings

Cummings staggers on
for sixty-seven stanzas.
It gets to us.
His candor
pleasures us.

His intentions are clear,
but suggestively
indecisive.
Confusion abounds
where concise patterns
do not.

There's no pleasure;
I'm sure he is
a wonderful individual,
dismal living conditions,
pinatas and expression.

A revolutionary
whose cause
is represented as undesirable.

perception

"History is generally written
by those who saw the Light
rather than the Dark."

I guess that could be true.
Perception
is
Important.

Nevertheless,
would it be unrealistic
to suggest that the
reason we have not
learned from our mistakes
is not be choice,
but
because these
blinded-by-the-proverbial-light
historians?

Perhaps it is unrealistic,
in which case,
I withdraw my question.

near death experience

No one can explain something
that stretches the limit of language.
Fine and fucking dandy,
he says.
Marianne Faithfull
says otherwise.

It's funny;
when you change the channel,
all the other channels
continue broadcasting.
But you aren't watching them.
And for you,
it's as if they are there for
you and you alone.

Reality:
Earth is constantly turning
even when you venture
to another planet.
Reality:
It's my world.
It isn't yours.