Ross B. Stager
One & Another’s Thoughts on Real Objective Calculus
                              The concept
               in the question
                                             hides itself.
Where are
               you, good words,
                                             so I may
                              curse the vulgarity
                              of bad logic.
               The language
                              my vocabulary
is housed in
               has no public
                              persona,
               cannot
                              be scruted
for integrity
               beyond
                                             the politics
               of these poems here,
                                             must be seen
as equal parts
                              private &
                                                   performance,
& 100% learned,
equal parts
                        ear for
               musical cadence
                                             &
                                                    verisimilitude
                                       of character
& 100% internalized discipline,
equal parts
                    light & shadow
                              psyche & logos
               identity & quantification,
& 100% arithmetic,
equal parts
                       warmth
                  of the summer
                                                sun & late-stage
                                                            hypothermia
                              of our collective sense
                                                                           of mind
& 100% libertarian.
                                             Place that
                                                                           sturdy ladder
                                                                  over there now & I’ll
                                                            hold firm the edge
                                                                                          of these convictions
                                                                           of the existence
                                                            of differences between
                                             the image
               and reference
                              and happily urge you to start climbing meaning.
What Is God?
                              Like
               mopping
the floor
               with dirty
                              chicken
               grease
or singing
                              a song
               a capella
with no
               lyrics,
                              we try
to walk around
calculating
                      immeasurables.
Please,
               tell me what
                              outer space
                                             smells like.
Ross B. Stager has a couple poems coming out in future editions of Inner Sins e-zine, has a blogsite where he workshops select writing projects ( RossStagerCreations.com), and is easily accessible on Twitter with the handle @RossStager.
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One & Another’s Thoughts on Real Objective Calculus
                              The concept
               in the question
                                             hides itself.
Where are
               you, good words,
                                             so I may
                              curse the vulgarity
                              of bad logic.
               The language
                              my vocabulary
is housed in
               has no public
                              persona,
               cannot
                              be scruted
for integrity
               beyond
                                             the politics
               of these poems here,
                                             must be seen
as equal parts
                              private &
                                                   performance,
& 100% learned,
equal parts
                        ear for
               musical cadence
                                             &
                                                    verisimilitude
                                       of character
& 100% internalized discipline,
equal parts
                    light & shadow
                              psyche & logos
               identity & quantification,
& 100% arithmetic,
equal parts
                       warmth
                  of the summer
                                                sun & late-stage
                                                            hypothermia
                              of our collective sense
                                                                           of mind
& 100% libertarian.
                                             Place that
                                                                           sturdy ladder
                                                                  over there now & I’ll
                                                            hold firm the edge
                                                                                          of these convictions
                                                                           of the existence
                                                            of differences between
                                             the image
               and reference
                              and happily urge you to start climbing meaning.
What Is God?
                              Like
               mopping
the floor
               with dirty
                              chicken
               grease
or singing
                              a song
               a capella
with no
               lyrics,
                              we try
to walk around
calculating
                      immeasurables.
Please,
               tell me what
                              outer space
                                             smells like.
Ross B. Stager has a couple poems coming out in future editions of Inner Sins e-zine, has a blogsite where he workshops select writing projects ( RossStagerCreations.com), and is easily accessible on Twitter with the handle @RossStager.
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