15,713. I WILL PANDER FOR YOU

I WILL PANDER FOR YOU

Like love, in the willow grove, where

the wild winds grow chatty, I will take

your hand, in the minutes I've left, and

try to explain myself. Nothing that works

is simple; things all seem to have their

mechanical complications. I'd guess that

to be part of the cosmic plan of Being  - 

maybe we talk or grumble and complain;

maybe we praise others, for the things we'd

like to gain. But there's a self-silence too,

And it's braver and more glorious.

I will pander for you.

-

Mr. Markstedder taught me Physics, on

a high-hill long ago. A University town

perched above a lake, where the kids

always sang about Cayuga's waters like

it was still some crazy 1938. Those old,

factional movies that held no meaning

before the war. He taught me that the very

simplest act of a person, me, a physicist,

or anyone, observing a phenomenon then

effects that very phenomenon being observed.

So that the resultant observation is untrue.

-

Apparently, a form of 'wave-physics' churns

through all things   -  being nothing more

that 'consciousness' witheld from 'being', the

world around us cannot be predictable because

each moment of movement convulses the world.

We live amidst all that and alter all things even

as we move. Appearances deceive, and you

now know how that 'table' is not solid, at all.

Though it just appears so, and you accept,

for your fleeting moment, that agreement

based on time and place. Both lethal concepts,

fated to fade, in the end.