That the universe is immenseWhile, notably, the most intense understandingIt conveys.Are generalities and specifics that overwhelmAttemptsTo contain in ways to remain sane in confrontationWith its totalities.Human intellect was developed to collect localitiesOf dangers and delights, while those strange tiny lightsIn black skies at nightsTouched only minor curiosities in fantasies of what might beIn that far … More Size #poem by Jan Sand

To freeze the seas of sociality requires to seizeThe multiples of mes in internal concentrates of observation.The pocket telephone or computer glues attentionsInto the atmospheric cascades of interminable babblesOf budget nudges for commercialization to swipe individuality,Submerge all urges into purchasable competition in greedsThat satisfy no necessary needs nor sensible desires. One need not squat, space … More Ice Soulation #poem by Jan Sand

This eye, prejudiced to distill chaos into significanceMust choose to deny what seems not possible,And thereby align itself to a sparse and tamed universe.Familiarity breeds contretempsWhose fierce nature of actuality becomes evasive, creative, unforgiving.And can lead to difficulties in living. My bones and blood, smears of fears and tears,Have stern concerns for elementals.Monstrous thumps and … More Limitations Of Success #poem by Jan Sand

To assume experience conveysWays to know how the world may goIs something of a necessity, althoughWhat comes can be a threat charged with mystery.Danger stalks in over confidence out of history. Inherent intellect in the automationsOf life and death that are the sculptors scalpelOf evolution proceeding on the novelties depositedIn striated layers of accumulations in … More Presumptions #poem by Jan Sand

Things close are quite fierce.The honed edge of a sharp blade threatens.Texture and temperature require touch.An interchange of tongues gifts great power.The contour of a hip, smooth warm fleshCan reach through decades of forgetfulness.The ghost of scent can penetrate like nothing else.Time tries to dissolve tragedy.The thunder of a lightning strokeTries to be a whisper.The … More Distance by Jan Sand

Language is a sorcerer whose gownWith capacious sleeves holds far moreThan pigeons, rabbits, and shuffled decks of cards.There, nests in some discomfort, our universe,Replete with tumbling suns, herds of planetary familiesObedient to our manufactured gods arraigned in mathematicsThat clown to comedies of quantum surprise and mysteries. The farce of parse are where the chase of … More As It Goes by Jan Sand