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Data

Income and Outcome

By Gerard DiLeoPublished 2 years ago 2 min read
Three pounds of matter that, indeed, do matter.

THE INCOME

Data comes in

From vibrations abroad

Are filtered from the din

Of the builders of fraud

I

Wafts of biochemistry and alchemy inhaled

Race the first avenues of traffic en route

And pass on the right against vehicles exhaled

And make order of what we smell and goes out

II

The lights and the darks of premonition interweave

Through the chambers of the mind's crystal ball

Followed by hues, striking, as what we believe

Are the colors of the beliefs we install

III, IV, VI

Pursuit of attention moves those in their orbits

Looking left and right, up close and beyond

To focus on the truth and duly absorb it

Such that volitional reaches can truly respond

V

Things good to know, good or bad on the face

Stroke the fine cells innervating therefrom

To feel the slings and arrows of the grand human race

And how we fit in the life-changing outcome

VII

We respond, in kind, striking the pose of the facies

With muscular expression of how we taste life

We invite or reject with smiles or frowns that one sees

With decisions rendered of our own device

VIII

Waves sinusoidal are rhythmic and frenetic

Beat groove patterns, tympanic, on the drum of my ear

And are sent so specifically, time-signatured balletic

To make sense from manic noise as the music I hear

IX

Giving and taking the world that we navigate

Requires swallowing many things found distasteful

Yet sweets we stomach — sour, not — but graduate

And discriminate the things away, newfound wasteful

X

The things in the background that wax and wane vaguely

Keep the insides on point while the outside takes action

The breathing and heart-beating that tax and reign vagally

Handle upsides and downsides when lost in abstraction

THE WISDOM

Three pounds of matter that, indeed, do matter

The gray and the white that rule what we see

Hogs get slaughtered, but pigs get fatter

When we magistrate correctly, data actuary

THE OUTCOME

Waves ebbed and flowed, electromagnetic or kinetic

Received loud and clear, felt cosmically and then some

Are awareness bestowed, chronologic or alphabetic

While busily dodging bullets, walking and chewing gum

__________________

AUTHOR'S NOTE: A celebration of each cranial nerve for the Universe's graphic user interface we call a brain.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Gerard DiLeo

Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!

Make me rich! https://www.amazon.com/Gerard-DiLeo/e/B00JE6LL2W/

My substrack at https://substack.com/@drdileo

[email protected]

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  • Charlene Ann Mildred Barroga2 years ago

    Your poetry offers a fascinating examination of the inner workings of the mind as it skillfully explores the complexities of perception and awareness.

  • This is just awesome. I really took the time to try and understand the lines, but should I come back to it, I will find something new, I'm sure! I have come to believe, personally, that our nervous systems are receiver/transmitters. Now, hear this next statement in the voice of Rodney Dangerfield as he loosens his tie and his eyes bug out: "Of what, I don't know!" Write on! Well-wrought!

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