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The red planet is my forearm in cosine breathings.
Exhale in the perfunctory, thoughtful for
The brown into white towards Orion,
Burnt by rays past Dioscuri,
Ebbed by days in the eighty-eight constellations,
Resuscitating pastured land through
What we come to discern as trust;
That the skin can resist and the sun won’t perforate
The triangle I have come to love.

The astronomy in what we do is
The trigonometry in paybacks.

Blue ‘y’s’ beneath my skin beneath
My endings and amazing scars so
Itchy pink Galileo denies my own access to fuck
What they see or what they know.
They caved in with the celestial sphere.
You live one time only around phenomena
In a place where you are guaranteed nothing,
Why listen to others when
You’re with yourself all the time?

The trigonometry in what we do is
The astronomy in paybacks.

Going back to where we began our argument
Takes me back to where I didn’t care about it.
Yet somehow I can’t elude them,
To belittle their basic machinations,
To reveal a little more;
Ask about the law of the stars,
The discipline in methodology,
Wake to the Morning Star
To tame the Great Bear.

The astronomy in trigonometry is
The conceptualisation of stars as triangles.

heady, man, heady. Like, Steven Hawking on crack heady. I'm afraid you've lost me from the beginning. Still, 'conceptualisation of stars as triangles' could turn into something meaningful ...

- will

i have no idea what this is about, but it's full of great language. by !mammon" are you referring to the god of money, as in the bible? or something else?

hey,

'Mammon' in this piece is the middle ages terminology for the demon of avarice, richness and injustice.

the poem tries to highlight the naivety of organised religion when it comes to the universe outside of our world.

thanks for the posting!

ric

I used Mammon in a poem, but forgot why!

I remember now, thanks.

This is a trippy poem indeed:

"The trigonometry in what we do is
The astronomy in paybacks."

I second that.