26 March 2025
7 June 2025
fourdimmansions*
i swish on eye juddering dawn
its bright thrubs thrum i narrowcast
there’s no gory story here, only
a reveal of our famous plum tree in full
fall red as gorgeously no red planet could be
even as we approach it half dead with rays
in an ideationally perfect pre entry orbit so i
swish off again and hold my breath and
metallically roll a die, general floppability
could come, the curlicue approach
to every hohundrum: every sting’s below
spacetime and far beyond it, emergent is
the phrase that closes o-shaped mouths
of endless childers except the emptiness
i can avoid no longer I must enter these
four dim mansions all at once as i am born
to wander through them with the unstrained
eyes of infancy – with the putty-perfect
hands to match, to handle fate which turns
my dial like only mammy can, i steal to catch
a thought that won’t wander to ineptitude
incoming data just bearable the senses
oh yeah oyez! oystering out of disaster to
an object found, a boulez bowled, a yay,
a labyrinth squeezed a spiral’s sound and silence
the quintum question the reluctance
to approach the curtain beyond which i
cannot yet imagine
* ‘…from severalled their fourdimmansions.’
– James Joyce Finnegans Wake p.367, line 27