Memo RE: Vised
Then Jack took out his notes. Considered item seven as if it were a lie.
"How did it get there? I don't remember writing it," he managed
Exasperated at last to voice, then read it aloud: "McP and I
Leave pub to follow Bloom, but he appears to have vanished.
I must see McPherson right away." The disgruntled officer
Settled his tab and rushed back to HQ.
"Tell me what we did after Bloom left the bar,"
He exploded as he returned to the office to
Elicit a justifiably startled: "Which time?
Been dogging the bloke for weeks now?"
"Use your head McPherson, Today! Blimey!"
"I dunno, came back here after you paid for the chow."
"Look at this! Did we follow Bloom directly to find him gone?"
"Trying to have some fun with me are you? No." replied McPherson.
The cafe of requirement
The usual path for opening an investigation lead
Him to the records room in the basement.
Except this case was not usual so Jack left the building instead
Walking east a block to his favorite cafe. The place meant
Oh, hard to put this in words, it was where Jack
Never was at a loss for new ideas. Odd little joint.
Despite having frequented it for years, it lacks
Every sign of the familiar. That was exactly the point.
Right now Jack needed to enjoy a cup
Mull over what he had experienced
Isolate the events that did not add up.
Next he would list the outliers. He glanced
Toward the folder on the table top.
Sure he wanted to open it. But no, not this time cop.
Oh, for a breath mint
Getting into the lift Jack Oneal felt dazed
Only moments ago expecting to be yelled at in Sgt. Cooper's
Office, he had instead received a commendation and now raced
Down the bowels of police department headquarters. A trooper
Coughed and covered his mouth. Jack clutched the file folder.
Onion breath from a recent sandwich lunch
Produced an unpleasant olfactory moment. Bolder
Breath than a smoggy inner city, thought Oneal. On a hunch
All his days of waiting for a lead had paid off.
Doors of the lift relieved the occupants
Contained in it from the stale cough,
Opening with mercy to the ground floor. Plants
Placed symmetrically about the lobby
Seemed to wilt slightly at the introduction of foul-mouthed bobby.
Quantum Poetry
"Harold. You are right. The problems I face daily
Are wonderful compared to a known outcome.
Please forgive me. I could be Stephen Hawking, gaily
Plotting the unknown universe but nearly dumb.
Yes. Almost silent if not for an eye muscle's
Belligerence. Think of it, the organ most of us need
In taking information, he uses as a mind projector. Bustles
Relieve us with distractions. He would likely cede
Theories galore for the ability to swat a mosquito by
Hand. Such is the cost of genius. Humility
Deals the royal flush to the ones who happily
Avoid playing cards. What if we were already in Yosemite.
You know, God's wildlife preserve for
2. Eden. And everything here is sure.
Until like a long-legged fly, his mind moves upon why."
"You better free your mind instead."
Occupy Thoughts
"Striving is a worthwhile exercise, Daniel. But it is only
Exercise. Don't muddy it up with belief and certainly don't
Err by thinking there is any direct link from it to faith. Lonely
Kings have sought to channel the powerless and owned
Freedom as a veneer not as a result. You can't
Individualize and repeat. Living is not as simple as shampoo
Rinse instructions. I know we think we would like scant
Servitude to rules over freewill at times. But that is a moo
Too far and it leads straight to a living slaughterhouse of the soul.
Go out into the world and watch and listen, listen closely.
Open your ears and eyes so you can feel the goal
Do not reach for it, but know it is beside you. Cozily
Sense it is yours and let it go. The key to the
Kingdom is not a possession, it is a gift. Give a
Sigh for what you yearn for. Follow the breath it takes out the door"
Enjoy the tide; don't measure it.
But the whole feeling of his circumstance echoed like a
Yodel within a valley. Or maybe more like one's sense of self after a
Car accident as a coworker had once told him and it reminded him of Laika:
Heroic, youthful astronaut dog in that movie. The coworker had seen a rafter-eye
Accord of his being days beyond the accident as if his soul flew
Near his body. Daniel had often wondered what that experience was:
Channeling? Near Death? Perspective shift? None of these quite drew
Equal parallels to what this experience of his was. George Bailey's in-laws
Perhaps could relate, but still, this was no Potterville.
Usual and calm in most ways this spacetime
Rang true in some very pleasant ways. The daily treadmill
Pushed on but not in any irritating clime.
Oh, maybe the modern scientists were now empathizing with ancient theologians.
Sure, they conquered the world with Newton, but in quantum ways they hold back oceans.
Every day new leaks in reality's dike. Harold broke in: "Don't try to fix faith with a wake."
Visiting the visitor
On the bookshelf in Apartment 3-D are titles
Understandably familiar to Daniel. Ones he's
Tried to read, ones he's read, a bible,
Some he'd wished he had read. "Geez!
It's different but the same!" he declared looking
Down the shelves and then over a case of audio cassettes
"Eavesdropping on my own dreams." he said, ducking
Through the beaded door curtain separating the dinette
"Ha. Yep, unwashed dishes in the sink. I live here alright"
Eerie feelings about what would happen if his double walked
Through the door, went away when he realized, with fright
In that moment one timeline to the right, his double talked
More or less to himself about the same feelings:
Emptiness in a tactile dreamscape leaves one reeling.
So he decided it was the thought equivalent of standing tween facing mirrors as if caught.
