I have been a busy little poetesses, compiling a new poetry book. Doing my best to Domesticate the Heavens with work, metaphor, and verse. Most of the poems were composed during the last 5 years and focus on love, romantic love, and enlightenment, stay away from the elephant in the room. We have been so divided and set again one another. My wish going forward is a united human race, one bound by love, the desire to understand multiple perspective. I will do my best to do my bit, meditate and try to understand more, be more understanding. Pursue enlightenment like my very being depends on it. It does.

What is more enlightening the cosmos above us. The Circumference Dissected by the Diameter did not make the final cut, as it stood when I first released it, which now must be several years ago. Domesticate the Heavens was getting unwieldy, and I wanted to keep it as a homage to affection and wonder.Circumference as it originally stood, I found a little harsh. Snip, snip, snip, It was removed. I mean are mathematical metaphors romantic. Maybe not so much. At least not to most of us. What follows is the eponymous verse of Domesticate the Heavens.

Domesticate the Heavens

duality obscures hue and color
insists on dark and light, offers no shade
demands a yes or no, or imposes isolation
defines upright dashes, binary code
strident and strict event horizons

everything is pulled to merge with nothing
an absolute surrender to a singular power
too much togetherness will not be abided
yet separation is impossible to maintain

magnetism and gravity
the unexplainable and undeniable
repetition of coincidence surmounts chance

periodic blasts of heavy metal
radio cosmic centuries illuminate the way afar
pulse a home tattoo

still, plenty of space
to inhabit, stretch, and fold
ripples and waves between
the origin and the terminus

GO

begin your sensed narration
domesticate the heavens
red shift to blue, purple now reigns over
vision and depth, expanse and pinpoints
the sky is smeared and stained
bejewelled with a coronated maybe

a flower blooms in earthen obscurity
hangs its head dutifully but defies the architect
reveals its pattern, pixelated and glitched
the curtain upon creation
pleats and is drawn askew
the lines of reality baste, bias, and weave
divined then blurred, dissolved in the oils
upon my fingertips

re-sculpted from the tephra
exfoliated from my palms
threads snagged, frayed
from seam-stressing
too fast and heavy

stitch, seam, and still

a patch-work garden grows
messy and disordered
chaotic and savage, mismatched
but verdant and enduring
infinitely beautiful and strong
the cosmos is seeded
the heavens once again
domesticated

If you are curious about the nebula-looking flashes across my face. The photos were taken from my backyard. No, not actual star nurseries, but one amazing aurora borealis show. The sky at the moment is cloudy and frosty, but I do look forward to our next instalment of northern lights. I don't want to exhaust my current stash of pics of the last collision of solar flares and a magnetic atmosphere. A symphony of color and movement is created. It is almost as though it were planned, this meeting of opposites, or is it complementary forces. The universe gave us such beauty to keep us company on a dark night when there is nothing good on Netflix. Who needs Tinder when there is dualistic, split entities craving so to be whole again.

42

The bacteria is whole
But can only reproduce itself
There is no new creation, only multiplication

The bacteria splits
Into two unlike but dependent parts
The male and the female are conceived
Lonely, in search of the other
Upon reunification there is the birth of the third
Creation is assured

Embrace your loneliness
Here you are closest to embodying the Tao
Trust in timely reunification

At the root of each of us
Lies the one

Link to spoken word