No Independent Variable

for Debbie
There’s a place where science cannot go.

No measurements exist to be observed,

no words to be reviewed. The best that one

can do is point to something obvious

but not within our grasp. A mystic says

to look upon the moon. But most will either

turn that lunatic into a cult

of personality or immeasurably

comment that Apollo 'been there done that'

in nineteen-sixty-nine and all we got

was just a lousy bunch of rocks. No matter.

There’s a thing that science never gets

and I am always That right here right now. 

Deep Goddess

Deep sleep is nearest 

that to what I am 

and day is time to suffer 

all delusions contrary 

until I know this that 

I am. The moon repeats 

as specified. Returning to 

the source, the sun is guided 

by the cryptic goddess of 

our underworld with dark 

surreal and swirling dreams 

of baby corn and kings, 

of river-ways and rings, 

of thoughts and things. 

Until another day 

arrives and sings.