Ex Machina

"In the spring, the chrysanthemum's

astringent fragrance comes, revealing

the hidden mechanism of

machine within machine within machine."

(Wallace Stevens)

Filigree of words and expressions

at the cafe in full blossom sophistication,

light hearted, heart lit with joy that

synapses in the brain, a trifle, a dance

in the play of surprising connection

previously hidden.

Decisions are made for better and worse,

affecting individuals and civilizations,

creating new momentums like a top that

spins 'til its energy wanes and it comes to rest.

"We knew each other in grade school,

now our vacation in Mexico, 'til the next

tranche of deliberateness propels us

forward into the next chapter."

...of autobiography, enacted, then revised

in the end, to reveal chosen memory.

Nature, nurture, or, manufacture?

Are there unseen rules, unseen laws

governing events?

What would we be without mystery?

What beyond reflex do we have to offer?

Is there magic, or, do we just pretend?

Do miracles point to something

we can't see?

Is coincidence simply a meshing of gears?

Hippies use side door.