Noise And Equipoise Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Noise And Equipoise

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NOISE AND EQUIPOISE
Noise:
A signal the individual is unaware [s]he could decipher

Static is said to be noise,
'interference’ which often annoys,
yet the noise is not static
but code automatic,
sent by atoms which seek equipoise.

Here is there, where perception employs
perspicacity spurning poor ploys,
though zen trip's tip erratic
seems, dreams reel to vatic
conclusion aback zen tortoise.

Noise: an echo where energy toys
with a world whose half-life it destroys,
this while reader, ecstatic,
ventures smile enigmatic,
sees the light, - contradictions enjoys.

For 'pro', 'con', twins identical, boys,
maintain nothing's vain, on 'porpoise'
spins life's jest, though dramatic
it appears, scarce pragmatic,
sense intense may discover, reach poise.

31 May 1995 revised 6 May 2009
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for previous version followed by Nothing see below


Noise and Equipoise

Noise:
A signal the individual is unaware [s]he could decipher


Static is said to be noise,
‘interference’ which often annoys,
yet the noise is not static
but code automatic,
sent by atoms which seek equipoise...

Noise: an echo where energy toys
with a world whose half-life it destroys,
this while reader, ecstatic,
with a smile enigmatic,
sees the light, - contradictions enjoys...


31 May 1995

© Jonathan Robin
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Noting Nothing Not Knot, Ting, Gel, In Gelignite Ignite Night Nothing Noting


As nature hates a vacuum NOTHING can
be but a figment fragment second-guessed.
Reality and dreams combine, their quest
is thus to banish NOTHING then to span
creation’s vastness, scanning big bang's van,
from tao trip evolution's also-ran
to space displacement through one hundredth dan
to Time condensing on initial jest
when request and inquest converge in gest
and atoms spin their tails till come to rest
contest, contestants, distance, über plan,
surmounting surface difference with zest.


From mess congestive to suggestive test
of chaos, universal fractal fest
patterns pitter patter, matter must
invent itself from, to, through, into dust.


18 February 1995 revised 6 May 1995 previous title Not[h]ing retitled 28 August 2009
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M S 02 November 2006

this reader definatley enjoyed this penning... contradictions and all, even though she might not have fully deciphered it'e meaning.

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