Icarus implicated in Logopoetickal complications
St. Icarus of Crete arrives
in declensions of alterity.
And omphaloskepsis illumines the secret
Thursday in each of us.
It is 64 degrees, cloudy, and a basset hound wanders
from her water bowl to the bed and back to the bowl.
Coincidentally, everything that is in motion must be moved by something.*
With mathematical certainty, St. Zeno peels a paradox, staples a contraction.
In Atlanta, they are reconfiguring whistles
with mixed results and ambiguous modification.
Tea at 2am imputes its value upward, as Menger, as logic.
That we will have been here at all is evidence
that we remember the temporal but forget the shift,
as one imagines how Wednesday is suddenly.
* The first line of Aristotle’s Physics, according to the common Berlin edition: Physics i. 7 242 ͣ 24
art by Christopher-Wayne