Sirens Of Titan

Kurt Vonnegut Jr
Wrote of a...
Chrono synclastic infundibulum

I did.
But then again, I didn't
And so did he/not.
And it wasn't, "Not-Done"

Simultaneously,
Together,
At once,
At the same time,
In unison!!

If you have never read any Kurt Vonnegut Jr
There is still time...sort of

I am the Egg Man

And I dreamed I shook the most 
massive hand I had ever seen 
Emerging eerily from a hand stitched 
diamond quilted silk vacuole 
Bearing an enormous old fashioned 
knuckle-duster ring 
And I seem to remember his pupils 
pinned as we shook hands 
An instant of icy crystalline fear 
paralyzed my very soul 
Angel Hearts Louis Cypher eating the 
Man/Egg Mickey 
Something in a language I no longer 
allow myself to speak 
In diamond chips sans-serif capitals 
your ass is mine 
I knew the second he let go of my 
hand that I was forever changed 
A certain hyena like asymmetrical 
quality in his unseeing eyes 
Assurance that there would be no 
death prior to maceration 
Persona non grata, Casper Milquetoast 
personification preternatural

Deplane the plain. Remain Insane

You see
There I was
Minding my own business
On a flight to San Diego from San Jose
When all of a sudden
For no apparent reason what-so-ever
Right out of the fucking blue
This woman who was sitting next to me
Asks me
How far can this plane fly?
Not a peep out of her the entire flight
I was taken aback
I got scared
You see?
I mean really now
That someone would just Brazenly
Blurt out a question like that
In a situation like that
And it was the timing of the thing
That really got me
I knew what she wanted
She know that I knew what she wanted
I know that you know what she wanted
It turns out
That I had been waiting
For my entire life
For that exact question
Situational awareness
You see
Someone who asks a question like that
In a situation like that
In my opinion
Is asking something completely different
I thought deeply about that question
And then I told her..
Madam, This plane will fly from here
All the way to the Crash-Site
You see

I don't feel that the arrest was warranted

Trichinosis of the Soul

Trichinosis of the Soul
Is your social Piquerism

Transecting at the very surface of your tensions
Is somehow different than Transecting 
Your Surface Tensions

Have you ever experienced wonder
At your ability to Experience Wonder

That Is one of the things
About which
I wonder

Like a fully understood ignorance
Grasping a Known Unknown
Like a poorly understood rudiment
Ruinous with age from a seed hath grown
Such Misanthropic corpulence
In the darkness sprouting
Like fungi mold, With a corps-like cold
Like putrescine and cadaverine 

Passing in passing

For whom the bells tolled

Google Albert Fish for the General Idea of Piquerism
He was an American Serial Killer, Who was Electrocuted in the 1930s

The attached Image is an 
X-Ray of his Pelvic Bone
Transected by at least a dozen Steel pins 
Crochet type needles...

Achluophobia, Nictophobia, Scotophobia

Where does all that light really go
When you flip a switch
And plunge a room
Into utter darkness ?
I believe I'm just a little bit surprised l
Each and every time It happens
It Boggles my mind that every single Photon
Could somehow just simply vanish
Just completely cease to exist
This seems to me to be Most Improbable
Something else Must be happening
Some deep and hidden
Some ancient part of me is afraid
That the light could just vanish like that
So completely and
Utterly disappear
As though It were never even there
It's more like being Transported instantly
To some nether region of N-Space
To some other plain of Existence 

When it was explained to me that these Feelings were in fact Pathological and 
I may perhaps be running a sub-routine
Achluophobia. I don't know About that

What I do know is how It makes me feel
It's Jarring and incongruous when the light just punches out...
And darkness prevails...

Impossible things Become possible even Probable
Whereas anything can come out of the Darkness. Not so the Light
All this from merely the flicking of a switch? 
No I don't believe that

Sunsets are a stunning thing of beauty and the all encompassing darkness is a thing of Majestic comfort
The slow and Measured transition from Light to Darkness
Is also comforting
To gaze through the Night-Sky and drink in the Ancient-Light who's Sojourn began even Before Stromatolites Began their billion year long process of filling
The Atmosphere with Oxygen
I have Mutatiophobia

Closest usable "Latin"  Transliteration of "Switch" is "Change" AKA Mutatio
So the impact of the final word in this poetic rendering Leaves something to be desired. But you get the general idea

stro·mat·o·lite
/strōˈmadəˌlīt/
noun
plural noun: stromatolites
a calcareous mound built up of layers of lime-secreting cyanobacteria and trapped sediment, found in Precambrian rocks as the earliest known fossils, and still being formed in lagoons in Australasia.

Erebos/Eribus/ErebuV

Erebos

Eribos
In the darkness Is Godhead 
In the dark there are no shadows or shades
Those are products of the light
The darkness is itself
And has no pretensions otherwise

Whereas legion is the name
Of darkness’s manifold variations
Brought on by the light
There can be no place (Outside of Darkness)

Where light does not impinge on the darkness
But not so vise versa
Outside of light darkness is complete
And absolute

Darkness is not a product of the light
Or a result from a lack of it
Nor is it an enduring legacy of it
Rather it is the beginning and end of all things

From the Genesis:
Now the earth was formless and empty
And darkness was over the surface of the deep
And the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.

And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light.
God saw that the light was good
And he separated the light from the darkness.
God called the light "day," and the darkness he called "night."

If one were so inclined as to embrace Judaeo-Christian doctrine
God called light forth from the darkness

Therefore, God is of the Darkness

EREBOS

Greek
Name Transliteration Latin Spelling 

Translation
EreboV Erebos Erebus Darkness (erebos)
SkotoV Skotos Scotus Darkness (skotos)

The name Erebos was also used for the dismal, netherworld realm of Haides.
EREBOS (or Erebus) was the Protogenos (primeval god) of darkness,
Consort of Nyx (Night), whose dark mists enveloped the edges of the world,
And filled the deep hollows of the earth.
His wife Nyx drew these mists across the heavens to bring night to the world,
While his daughter Hemera scattered them bringing day:
One blocking out the light of Aither (shining, blue heaven)
And the other revealing it. 
The bright upper air (aither) was regarded as the source of day
In the ancient cosmogonies rather than the sun.

Mothers

Mothers

To hold to breast
Thy babe in arms
Eyes locked
One to the other 

A moment extended
Forever in birth
Eternity's child
Eternal mother

So close to hold
That spark so dear
In a moment gone
Yet forever near

No mouth can say
Nor mind express
A mothers love
Has no redress

As he that givith
And taketh away
Such bittersweet blessing
Brooks no delay

Yet she abides 
Gods beckon call
Knowing her son
Lies still

To know is not
To understand
Though subject
To gods will

No mouth can say
Nor mind express
A mother's pain
Has no redress

That life she carried
Is not undone
This mothers son is now on high
The one who believes in me shall live 
Even though they die

Daniel Denz
The oldest Brother (One on Left) passed away unexpectedly. This poem was is his Mother
Nancy Denz