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Sunday, 25 March 2012

Ground Truth

An observer is a mark is a form.

The wave meets the wave

An indication requires extinction;
The form demanding a sensed distinction.

Ripples distinguish the ocean

If Boole on a spool of plus-minus makes
The real but a frame, binary mistakes
True-False as the limit.

Starting from zero got nothing to lose

                                    So only two
Of the unary whole gives a value -
Missed: ‘meaningless’ and ‘imaginary’
This lack dictates we perceive virtually

Repeated mass migrations without devised instrument

One:  As relational proposition
Is only sensed via opposition

The cocked hat, a triangle of non-intersecting bearings

Providing our chart with laws of calling
The Mark. Lines drawn up from feelthoughts falling
Through cleaved expressional boundaries, crossed
Once create known in split from unknown. Lost
In the mode of denoting discretely

The current position of the vessel

On-Off signals transmit incompletely.

One white and red flash every ten seconds

Let there be a form distinct from the form.

The navigator and the chart, both uncertain -
To calculate position and momentum these marks
Measure each other: observed marks the observer

The wave meets the wave
Is the wave

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