Ocean Sounds in the Distance

You’ll find, if you sit under lilacs
And watch the people pass by,
The wind will bring you their murmurs
As sibilant and seemingly sensical
As the ocean sounds in the distance
Responding to gravity’s mumbled
Recitations of the numbers
Describing the algorithms
Our bones are built by; our bones
With their slow springs at the centres
The blood seeps from and rises
To the brains constructing daily
Coherencies from the meaningless
Shadows of lilac leaves in the wind.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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