five fathoms far: february, friday

21 Feb, 2026

five {⊡}
     first, it occurs to me to frame it around them, where
     the smoke of a thousand homes are FLUNG open...
     “drifting into quinary harmony,” i give texture to his voice—
     a fixture in my mind now, synthesizing astonishing possibility.

fathoms {¬}
     fulgent, the thought blossoms into form, in
     a riot of FALLEN petals covers the deserted stairs...
     with “body as metric,” the soul then comes into view—
     a falcon’s focus rendering formidable depth.

far: {©}
     fierce & fair, not frivolous, it coheres within:
     the only sound, the endlessly FALLING leaves...
     “distance, risk, edge,” flowing into state, id, ego—
     a force not to be trifled with, embraced as vital, coeval.

february, {π}
     febrile, the notion felt just so, finite & infinite all at once—
     practice hard, FELLOW students of Zen counseled,
     as “months become chapters” and as time reveals
     a Finnegans worth of wakefulness, ontology of the dharma.

friday {ˆ}
     finally, i asked of them, in their fecund singularity and polyphony—
     when brightness and objects are FORGOTTEN, who is it that remains?
     evidently, the “integrator of the lofty and the ridiculous”
     a fertile naming, a familiar dream, the fidelity of a friend.