The universe is the UFO—
the UnFoiled Oh!
That’s what we know:
the UFO as the universe
is what’s proposed—
an UnFolding O!
(as in, zero).
Seriously—
in all reality,
in all of its entirety—
that’s entirely it:Only undark flying objects—
solely existing, wholly persisting—
unabsently floating ontologically,
without a preexistent defining instant.That’s physics—
and materiality—
being naturalism
in mere physicality.Only do UFOs exist
if utterly undefined—
unidentified aliens,
flying objects that object
to objectivity itself—
but can be seen
not in infinity,
but in infancy.An eye is exposed if open,
but clothed if it’s closed—
always connected
to the gnome up the nose—Gnow to know, we behold,
and holding, we see,
and seeing, we sense,
and sensing, we think,
and thinking, perceive,
and perceiving, believe—Can someone, please,
put clothes on this light
shining up my hose—
my fibre is froze—Only optics knows
what comes to mind—
my opically dark (myopically)
lacks a hind (sight) with a spark—This dark is unclothed
and is never closed—
yet doesn’t look
nakedly and exposed—Through invisible blinds—
though plain to sight—
brains see absently,
sensing not the light—They miss the absence,
harking to the air—
but lightlessness
is not a noun to stare—It is nothing that is found—
an adjective, not objectively—
a description of relativity,
a definition of unreality—There is nothing missing—
nothing itself is missing.But the dark is not a where (aware);
nowhere that it stares—
there is no foundling it finds
flying darkly by—
that it can bottle or bowl,
or poke or pick,
or pinpoint
when peering through a slit—
and say,
“Here it is!” or “There!”
“I have discovered dark—
I have found it black,
appearing back—
I met it in the void,
it is truly abyssmal.
You must come and look,
quickly,
at the picture I took
of nullity—
it was not a mere shadow,
or a darkened, blackened sparrow—
and Nox I have named it
(the Latin for night),
or Aphos maybe
(the Greek for without light):”“I’m horrified to say,
but Nox could not be weighed—
though I expect its mass is nothing.
It could not be measured,
though I expect its speed is naught.
It is not at all a field,
as its effects could not be felt;
and since it doesn’t wave,
its particles appear, unpleasantly, unpresent.”No—nox is unpresence—
the unnamed, unmanned nautilus
(a naughtilus) in an unreal imagining—
called nihilux, if you will:
nihil meaning nothing,
lux being light—
the absolute night of dark,
where nightness be not a noun,
but a departure of the unfound.The antithesis of anti-light,
persistingly nonexisting
in anything actively thinging—
being a negation to avoid,
avoidantly within a void.There are anti-quarks,
like anti-sparks
of mass and charge and charm.
But dark matter
and dark energy—
like dark minds and hearts—
are a relative black
of what we lack:A gap that missingly
slaps down a crack—
clapping such an
echoless whack
that we give it a quack.For we perceive it there—
hiding unseen,
inaccessibly unknown,
unverifiably unidentified.A darkness we feel,
a field, alien and stark—
the point that we are missing,
unaware in our darkness—
we are not seeing.Not in English,
not in thought—
not in our physics—
though in our science,
we have sought.There is no anti-light.
Unlike anti-mights of matter,
there is no anti-photon—
no way to cancel out commotion.
Without charge or mass,
there’s nothing to reverse—
though our potions rehearse.In particle physics,
blackness is prohibition—
nothing emits
anti-white.
Our sight is in abeyance,
only absently—
the void itself is devoid.
Though no nothing
is not avoided—
as if being present,
we are being absent.But dark itself is dark—
unabsurdly unobserved—
unpresently unappearing,
in avoidant unadornment.Everywhere and everything—
the whole of time and space to begin—
is utterly, of course, undark.
It is as stark as is any spark.All of it, in its grandiose,
as well as its sub-subcutaneous,
is undark flying objects—
that’s precisely what physics shows.Light is not just a part—
it sets apart space-time itself.
The fabric of existence
is aglow in its mere persistence.The cosmic background radiation
is only the surface of creation.
Reality is rippling on its very shelf—
a constant flow of fields unknown,
restless in their ebb and glow—But what is this dark energy business
that physicists have a field day on?
UFOs exist as imaginary friends—
like adults tend to pretend.No—we know, without excluse:
reality is not light and dark;
it is light and its missingness—
it is being,
and it is awareness—
it is what is not
that ought to scare us.Light—and only light—is unseen,
but is certainly not necessarily seen.
Light itself can be dark,
if we ourselves lack its spark.The light within is darkness—
if lightness we are missing
in a heart that is blind,
without lightment in the mind.But light is always present—
appearing, even if unpleasant—
and darkness depends on it:
by definition, in its abstinence;
in observing contrasting existences.No—the UFO is not absurd—
the darkness that we see
is the light of which we don’t.
Outside is beyond remote.It is what Christ did not deny
when appearing to decry:“If then the light within you
is darkness,
how great is that darkness.”It is devoidantly dehumanising—
a returning to the primordial soup—
a deforming and de-filling,
a formless and empty be-ending.For in beginning,
Elohim created—
and darkness
he separated—And the universe,
over nothing,
is strictly undefined—Just as one
divided by zero
is unboundedly undermined—
beyond space and time—A something
out of a none—
a no one,
a null denominator—
is illusory in itself.
Or God is—
and there is—
no allusion,
no confusion.But if the light within is absent,
we are voided, undoubtedly—
for being, we cannot be.
But bleeding,
we don’t perceive—
we unseeingly, diminishingly grieve—
heaving what we seek to leave.The universe, as a matter of fact—
if only a fact of matter—
is a universe without a fact,
and a fact without a matter.The universe of matter,
with reference to itself alone,
is nothing more than a UFO—
which is exactly as we know:adivinely,
undivined,
unconsciousable,
unfinding—
observations only.The atheist flies
in visible clothes—
under-posed (undeposed)
found, observing,
under-knows (under the gnose)Subjectively abdicating
the subject; objectifying—
objecting to objectivity,
inevitably denying—
in evitability relying—Undisclosed, fickle UFObjectilists,
unconcealed, fighting UFObjectifists.
drawing forward
now just a sketch - revelation 21:5
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Monday, 24 March 2025
UFObjectilists—and UFObjectifists
Sunday, 9 March 2025
Inclusion is Exclusion
Silly Sod said to Blinky Bill,
"Let’s exclude exclusion."
Blinky Bill said to Silly Sod,
"First include illusion."
Said Silly Sod to Blinky Bill,
"That would be allusion."
Said Blinky Bill to Silly Sod,
"Exclude then my intrusion."
Silly replied to Blinky,
"Everyone excuses a Koala, Billy,
if they blink and nod!"
Thursday, 6 March 2025
Sunday, 23 February 2025
This Man
Joseph Rex of Tasmania,
son of Kevin Wayne,
and Susan Joan,
of Hobart Towns,on this Day of all days,
do you take this man—Jesus Rex of Nazareth,
seed of Abraham,
descended from David,
offspring of the Holy Spirit,
born of the virgin Mary,
Saturday, 22 February 2025
Monday, 17 February 2025
In the Finishing—And in Beginning
It was time:—
There were heavens:
space and heat and gas—There was earth:
solid matter and mass—There were waters:
molten deeps and seas—There was time:
to create and finish and make complete:
Sunday, 16 February 2025
No The in Beginning
The Beginning did not occur;
nor is it Written within the Word—
that there is no the “In Beginning”
means God began with His Own Being.
Thursday, 13 February 2025
The Word and Order—From Before Day One
Of Genesis—as Literally Begun
In beginning,
Elohim creates
the heavens,and the earth.
And the earth is
waste and emptiness,and darkness is
on the face of the deep,and fluttering is
—on the face of the waters—
Spirit of Elohim.
Saturday, 8 February 2025
On the Hole—Of the Whole
In the hole,
in the whole,
there was something;Behold:—
not untold,
not unsolved,
not a Hobbit in a home—
older than hills.It was there,
and is there still—
more ancient than old,
staring us cold—If the whole there be,
and its hole unfold.
Wednesday, 29 January 2025
Of Womb-worm and Her Work
It became what were words;
like tape worms in a person,
and poison to the brain—
and Womb-worm I name her,
and she worked like disdain.
Saturday, 25 January 2025
Pray thus
Our Dearest Dad above;
My Abba Father God—Who in the heavens
Your Name is feared—Above all,
may Your fame be
yet more revered!
Thursday, 9 January 2025
Nothing
Something is upheld by nothing.
All of matter is empty space;
Even the minute minuscule of matter we call particles of mass
Are no more than mere drag nets on moments of change
In a field of vacuum energy;
This is the quantum reality.
Tuesday, 7 January 2025
Satori Dear
Wednesday, 1 January 2025
Dear my dear
A new year appears.
May this day, may this year;
May this world and its fear—
Its lives and our minds,
Its people of all kinds,
Be new; be made new—
Renewed in its hope,
Fulfilled in all joy,
Flooding our minds
With the love of our lives.
Wednesday, 25 December 2024
I Understand—What It Means
All of it.
The ground bleeds, pouring—feeding the hungry seas;
Draining like semen, seeding their fertile ovum.
They dance drunk on the blood of the mountains,
Foaming, frothing at the mouth—even as they conceive,
And their womb, pregnant once again,
Rolls, kicks, and leaps for joy.
Saturday, 7 December 2024
Feast
I'm Robbed
Why worry?
Saturday, 23 November 2024
Will I?
Saturday, 9 November 2024
The distance
One is what we call the distance
Tuesday, 27 August 2024
Thine
The Crux and the Chrysalis
Sunday, 18 August 2024
Solochosis
Thursday, 8 August 2024
Soul’stice roots
This wet winter soul’stice, drenched by this incessant dripping; torrential memories of a million moments lost: the company of companions I used to hold, not dear enough; new acquaintances without the notice nor need to want us.
Saturday, 27 July 2024
Saturday, 13 July 2024
Inexplicable
Friday, 5 July 2024
Two Tails
Tuesday, 25 June 2024
Dollatry
With A Little Help From Hattie
Sunday, 23 June 2024
Forgone
Saturday, 15 June 2024
Tribulation
Yusuf
Wednesday, 12 June 2024
Sedimentary
I'm no island black or genius
They weighty wear with hardened care