ㅁ "If you are a divergentist, you hold that the social-cognitive universe is expanding towards an epistemic heat death of universal solipsism, and you are at peace with this thought." - Venktash Rao when epistemic death heat comes the universe will end amid an endless chattering of apophenic trends
– a quatrain in ballad meter, on a philosophical topic that piqued my interest.
ㅁ no dog preferred to just sit still no dog would contemplate no dog could ever be a sage no dog can self-sedate
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ a dog will bound along the road a dog will dance and twist a dog will gnaw the leaning trees a dog will taste the mist
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ "As far as blah-blah on the words," she said... No meaning mattered once the tongue got loose, it made its own saussurean designs inscribed across the map of hopes and doubts.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
ㅁ I looked down to check: my phone's weather forecast app had a small snowflake.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ I ask myself if there could ever be a dream wherein the morning never came and in the end the dreamer would become a kind of listless spirit, all alone.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
ㅁ the dreams are so thick a semiotic syrup hard to navigate
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ dreams in cyrillic arise from watching the war craft disjoint stories
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ ХАЙ ЖИВЕ, ВІЛЬНА УКРАЇНА! historical hopes proud hopes possible hopes revanchist expectations diplomatic action logistical action military action geopolitical advancement necessary war justified war holy war pointless invasion send them in let them fight take the land burn houses get captured shoot it all go to hell righteous violence mud-strewn violence bitter violence violent hopes
– a quennet.
ㅁ but no words appeared... but nothing had meaning then... but silence ruled us...
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ I dreamed it was night I was surrounded by dark but then I woke up
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Kiamon doubted they'd ever make sense: ghosts always tended to opt for suspense; speaking at times when she danced for them, true; sadly their meanings gave no single clue.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
ㅁ My window is a darkened square where ghosts can hide and lurk; the night outside is made of snow and inside, here, I work.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ The breaker'd waited long enough to let out wisps of smoke; electrons came, electrons went, and in the end it broke.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ The sun was in the sky all day but hid behind the trees and all the same the air was ice embittered by a breeze.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ The frost arrived and settled down, and plotted out its plans, drew diagrams and detailed maps across cold wood in spans.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ I once believed I'd live so long and basically I have... But as my life goes on and on I think more of my grave.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ The tree had done its best to live including growing roots; but then the wind had whipped along and broke its attributes.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ Just off the Port Saint Nick Road, here, my hermitage resides among the trees where cars can't go my dampened spirit hides.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ Before leaving for work I walked there - down by the treehouse, by the sea. I check on it every day. So far it hasn't moved. Sometimes I worry. I imagine going there, finding doom.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ The storage tent gave up the ghost, the weather had been such that over time its structure'd failed the stress had been too much.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ The dog will sniff from here to there; her nose will show the way. She tries to find the places where she'd stopped the other day.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ No rain is quite like rain at dawn - it wakes you up, you see; a rain like that is integral to making dreams be free.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ The sea is not what seems to be, instead it sloshes there: a mass of molecules and space that grasps up at the air.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ The moon was there behind the clouds, and lurking like a whale; the sky was like the surging sea: a torn cloud showed its tail.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ The map was drawn by idiots it failed to show the way; instead it lead the gullible to lostness - and astray.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ When I was young I liked the rain it always seemed to sing. I'm older now but I still like that tapping, plonking thing.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ The dream presented seas in flood I had to flee the flow But at my spot along the road the buses were too slow.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ The words, they fell like winter rain, they scattered as they fell. Those listening refused to hear, in silence they would dwell.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
ㅁ the weirdness of the banal extends even past nightfall to occupy a dreamt thrall
– an englyn milwr.
ㅁ My own software has some bugs my brain seems to be on drugs though it's just neurons like slugs
– an englyn milwr.
ㅁ the rain and then more rain came not even the clouds bore blame instead everything stayed same
– an englyn milwr.
ㅁ I shovel paths through the slush. The rain on trees breaks the hush. Some snow slides down in a rush.
– an englyn milwr.
