"And So I Close My Eyes" - poetry by Ariel Riveros

That’s why I have written that if ontology is the science of the thing, of the pure “something,” we must conclude that ontology is mathematics - Alain Badiou

And so I close my eyes

say to my self

mind my self

as I hurtle sensorial

Self reflect? No mirror

Line breaks as wagging law,

Self perceive? Selfless feels.

Autoperceive cognitive field

of self talk, enter an image,

enter overlaying images, 

enter lines drawn asterisk

images converge

I am hailing a dream.

Easy barefeet to unconscious

traffic. The palais a trash can

But the trash can is a block of

apartments made by heroic

euclid sculptors rattling

change in their pockets

faith in progress n tech

n democracy as they

struggle in their

boardroom deals 

on heroism driving

high end german

revolutionary designers

you da field of flowers

on a field of linen jackets

you da man with glint in

beer googles. You introduce

me embarrassedly to the

phenomenal presented

clambering over each other

to a line home and me

still a Hegelian teenager.

a boomer coughs they 

were expert physical

Playing zero sum

with Jack and Thomas Carlyle. 

Docey doe

now though.