Cosmic Wrench

Cosmic​ ​wrench,​ ​I​ ​threw​ ​in​ ​the​ ​middle​ ​–​ ​in​ ​the​ ​side,​ ​the​ ​circumstantial​ ​tide;​ ​the​ ​window​ ​of evidence​ ​to​ ​be​ ​observed.​ ​seen,​ ​scene,​ ​what​ ​do​ ​you​ ​keep​ ​seeing?​ ​just​ ​photon-photographic finality.​ ​just​ ​neuron-ne’er-do-wells​ ​and​ ​all​ ​the​ ​numbers​ ​that​ ​keep​ ​numbing​ ​the​ ​notion​ ​that​ ​we​ ​are new.​ ​that​ ​we​ ​are​ ​present,​ ​that​ ​we,​ ​at​ ​present,​ ​presently​ ​understand​ ​only​ ​that​ ​which​ ​can​ ​be​ ​seen. observed,​ ​made​ ​manifest.​ ​made​ ​measure-able.​ ​made​ ​of​ ​minutiae​ ​and​ ​memory.​ ​the​ ​momentous motion​ ​of​ ​the​ ​earth​ ​merely​ ​rattles​ ​in​ ​its​ ​cage​ ​and​ ​mentions​ ​the​ ​meaning​ ​at​ ​the​ ​bottom​ ​of​ ​the memo.​ ​keep​ ​looking,​ ​keep​ ​digging​ ​–​ ​go​ ​further.​ ​go​ ​farther,​ ​go​ ​deeper.​ ​there​ ​is​ ​more​ ​to​ ​the mind-train​ ​than​ ​the​ ​material​ ​world​ ​will​ ​mirror.​ ​murky,​ ​misty​ ​mystery​ ​–​ ​unfold​ ​me,​ ​corral​ ​me, sink​ ​your​ ​coral​ ​teeth​ ​into​ ​my​ ​crusted​ ​conceptions.​ ​crack​ ​it​ ​open​ ​–​ ​crack​ ​it​ ​open​ ​–​ ​this​ ​cartwheel, curtain​ ​show​ ​of​ ​a​ ​circus​ ​tent​ ​we​ ​all​ ​collapse​ ​under.​ ​we​ ​collide,​ ​like​ ​particles,​ ​and​ ​universes collapse.​ ​we​ ​collide,​ ​like​ ​love-bones,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​universe​ ​responds.​ ​keep​ ​looking,​ ​keep​ ​quarking. draw​ ​the​ ​circle​ ​wider​ ​–​ ​these​ ​quantum​ ​questions​ ​will​ ​keep​ ​colliding,​ ​and​ ​your​ ​reality​ ​will​ ​keep collapsing,​ ​unless​ ​you​ ​draw​ ​the​ ​circle​ ​wider​ ​–​ ​wider​ ​still​ ​–​ ​past​ ​the​ ​shape​ ​–​ ​pass​ ​the​ ​salt​ ​–​ ​salt​ ​the sea​ ​–​ ​turn​ ​it​ ​over​ ​–​ ​start​ ​again.​ ​cosmic​ ​wrench,​ ​keep​ ​twisting.​ ​screwing,​ ​unscrewing?​ ​where’s​ ​the lightbulb?​ ​and​ ​how​ ​many​ ​lightbulbs​ ​does​ ​it​ ​take​ ​to​ ​screw​ ​in​ ​a​ ​wrench?​ ​and​ ​how​ ​many​ ​words does​ ​it​ ​take​ ​to​ ​bring​ ​the​ ​point​ ​home​ ​–​ ​language​ ​will​ ​only​ ​take​ ​you​ ​so​ ​far.
then​ ​comes​ ​music.​ ​then​ ​comes​ ​the​ ​dance.​ ​which​ ​came​ ​first?
the​ ​cosmic​ ​egg.​ ​and​ ​the​ ​chicken,​ ​of​ ​course.

Lauren Suchenski

 

Lauren Suchenski has a difficult relationship with punctuation and currently lives in Yardley, PA. She has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize as well as The Best of the Net anthology and her chapbook “Full of Ears and Eyes Am I” is available from Finishing Line Press. You can find more of her writing on Instagram @lauren_suchenski or on Twitter @laurensuchenski.

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