I’m getting old(er), it seems. Another birthday has come and gone.
Below is a a working draft / edition of a vaguely geologically-inspired birthday poem. My upfront apologies to those of my friends who actually understand / study geological sciences. I have no doubt even your (somewhat hardened) sensibilities will be offended at my loose use of your terms and concepts.
– 24, February, 2013
one can be
terrible at maths, the hard sciences –
proofed precisions and formulaic
and still acknowledge, perhaps even
ageing; can countenance its steady slope;
how it is tears make a difference,
is an issue of angles assumed.
how we come
to know failure, not in inerrant
terms – no – but
rather as a matter of degree.
how it is
gravity (its sheer stress) is somehow,
both absolute and entirely
at once: how each year’s a talus, manned.