"Variation In Terrain," "The Opposite Of Prophecy," and "Not In My Periphery You Don't"
Variation In Terrain
Electromagnetic are the tidings, simultaneously glad and of great joy. It's milliseconds before I know my choice that my choice is made. What I imagine isn't your existence it's your friendship. It's not information if it's in formation. Empathy is self-awareness for five minutes in an echo chamber with a mourning dove. I need no longer check my costume because even to myself I am an ape. My motion is perpetual as long as it's a journey not a destination. Hypotheticals in bottles, such as pure spring water, such as mountain air, they also serve a useful purpose if they serve no useful purpose. Everybody pays the price and everybody wins a prize. It's on an undulating paradise I'm riding herd. It's on an undulating paradise I'm walking, walking shod.
The Opposite Of Prophecy
The answer is: may plasma be a state of nature, may my aisle be flooded with fluorescence, may there be a balm in Gilead and may there be an inferential estimate in each machine. I choose the light that makes me most attractive, the unstable equilibrium says, If it happens to be total darkness then so be it, make the most of your short time with me.
The question is: at which well Rachel will I pledge allegiance to the paradigm? Who told you Emu you were flightless and to only fly to hide? What continent have you moved for me lately? If one rules all Egypt and one wants a friend one calls a cat. You tune to two moon landings and your lines of sight align. If Jesus will not work then Jesus will not eat. If anyone knows why this sentiment should not be circulated speak out now.
Not In My Periphery You Don't
Jared begat Enoch, eye for eye and tooth for tooth for tooth. My certitude was inversely related to my expertise. Whatever it is it's considered done by some, the swimmers in this atmospheric river for example. What activity today shall I refrain from? Visual equivalent of visual equivalents, all visuals are visual equivalents and striping. In this electromagnetic twilight nothing extrasensory can be perceived. When I wake up I'm brushing sugar from a cafe table, thinking, Pleasant thoughts were had by all except René Descartes. In Egypt it's a river. All that work for nothing. Isolation is a surface without boundary. Mr Shibboleth and Dr Honorific walk into a sound-proof room. The luminescent insect says, We don't serve spiders here. You know the rest.
Heikki Huotari attended a one-room school and spent summers on a forest-fire lookout tower. Since retiring from academia/mathematics he has published poems in numerous journals and in five poetry collections. His manuscript, To Justify The Butterfly, won second prize, and publication, in the 2022 James Tate Chapbook Competition. His Erdős number is two. Heikki recommends Planned Parenthood.