Symbolic Scribbles Series #011-2

Last series #010-2 introduced us to @seamus gilkey while this series will feature the return of @Samantha Lazar and her poetic reply

If you’d like to see the chain of evolution check out Series #010-2 Here

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We kick off Series #011-2 with

seamus gilkey

and The Reply by

Samantha Lazar

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unidentified (syllogistic) event(s) —

seamus gilkey

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part one: a fucked up probandum


so (of course) (!)
i dont have tha slightest clue
what (tha fuck) is happening
or what i can do

i mean, how (tha fuck)
could i know any thing (at all) (?!)

given whats lefta me
given whats (not) left (of me)

was that constellations crashing ?!
(or was that (just) us colliding ?)

i mean, how could i tell tha diffrence
(between things i cannot feel)
how can you say that this was that
(when you (dont) know what is real ?)

am i spellbound am i enchanted ?
how can i know what i (cannot) know
am i tha meteor ? are you tha ocean ?

are you too fast (or) am i too slow ?

how can you bind me or set me free
(am i tha meteor are you tha sea ?)

is that light exploding ?!
is that a crack in tha dark ?
(or) is that (just) yore fangers
squeezing round my heart ?

if a star goes nova
in some unknown skies
and we cant see it
with our (own) naked eyes

if tha tides are pulling
and the oceans cry
and thaires nothing here
to confirm or deny

is that serendipity
in yer pocket
or are yer hieroglyphics
(just) glad ta see me ?

everything happened
before we knew
i was tha sun

tha moon was you


part two: tha (just) (as fucked) forward pervasion


so (of course) (?)

i was gonna tell tha story
of tha first time we (ever) met

but we (never) (actually) met
now did we ?

is kismet (just) the expression
of the extremely unlikely
(actually) happening ?

i mean, i (really) hafta ask
how can we measure
the unlikelihood of
what (actually) happens ?

if no body (ever) meets
in tha forest
did they (ever)
not (actually) meet ?

if we dont have bodies
and we dont have minds

are we (forever) united
or (merely) lost in time

i dont understand how
we could both be one
when we’re both
made outta nothing
neither moon nor sun


part three: tha (twice as fucked) reverse perversion


tha moment
before i met you
i remembered tha
first time we met

when i saw we
dont have eyes and
thaire is nothing
that we can get

if thaires nothing
we can call bodies
(not)(even) bodies of light
how can we speak
of darkness (or) (even)
the absence of sight ?


part four: outside tha syllogism (completely)


(i have some questions for you)

are all absences tha same ?

does every thing that doesnt exist
occupy tha same (negative) space ?

can we plot a graph of absence ?

is time tha (wh) y axis ?

how can we meet
when we’ve (always) been one

how can we (not) meet
when we’ve (never) been none ?

if time is tha issue
what issues from time ?

if mind is tha issue
what issues from mind ?

can we (really) see
whats (never) been thaire ?

can two things

that dont exist
in tha same place
(ever) touch ?

if our absences
are inextricable

how can we not touch ?

im (more than) well aware

that bodies of light
can occupy tha
same space in time

so lets assume

these dark bodies

(just) to see

our (con)fusion

in time

ps does this count
as meeting ?
as touch ?

how would i know ?

(just wondering)

nice to meet you

(just in case)

pps what happens when
eventualities dont happen ? 



©2025 Seamus Gilkey

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[The Reply]

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Photo by Thaís Silva

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Soul Family —

Samantha Lazar

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Your fingers twine mine
Through portals we are
Transported through millennia
The sparks of our fated collision
Are felt again and again

It’s soul family
A dimension of aspen glens
A mycellium communication

You will remember our last lifetime
If you listen to the space
Between heartbeats
Murmurings over vast shorelines
When we were starlings, darling

Our stint of doctorship
Phage experiments
Muscle memory of healing
Until pulled away
War does that

I saw you on the hill
Taking cover when the storm
Blazed the ground
Music dripping from spotlights

Oh, summers long ago
You don’t remember our
Appalachian shelter
Or red fox footprints followed

I can smell it in each campfire
I can taste it on the wind
I’m sure you wrote it somewhere
Sketchbooks left on
The platform

You pulled your hair
Over lily fields, three hours
Past that station

I asked what’s wrong
Memorizing every sigh
Of your exasperation
Every furl of your discontent
And every softening of your eyelids
Every drift of you to sleep

Your eyes opened
Of course, you cannot place
This one, muddled green
I fed you, and you saw me
Recognition from my breast
We locked looks and you knew
We were one
Once again
You handed me time itself
For a minute, maybe longer

As we moved from chrysalis to
Moth and flitted the cattails of our bog

And even still,
We are northern lights
And synergy
Parasite and host
We are connected– lust and longing
I’m your wished-for and forgotten

And even if you don’t articulate
What you’re never meant to say
Take my hand, love
We’ll find a guide that knows the way



©2025 Samantha Lazar 

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