Minutiae

Everything already seems antiquated, computers look like difference engines, jumbo jets like bi-planes, space craft like log rafts. Call centres are like chimneys, funneling black smoke into the skies, the smog of industry, the cogs of the world as industrial as ever, still fresh from the furness, sparks fly from the anvil, set fire to the touch paper of kind and snuffed out by the wind, blown toxic with the oposit of ideas, whistling across the crust, drying out into the cracks of a desert, baked in the suns photons, particles so fast and from so far that we can see the past, every day up to the billions, the infinity of physics the anums of science. Tomorrows light may be the last. Todays possibilities are endless and ending, futile and irrelevant to every form of measure, brain physics, the smallest you can imagine, infinate in it divisible proportion, as vast as the skies and as deep as the darkness of space, around us and inside, above us and below, circling in function demistified by sense, common like the sea, the fusion of ideas, the next billion years, a state not form too me.

Tide Lines

I stood on top of a mountain

Sore shoulders and aching feet

Eyes wide and filled with sky

A vision of the past hung from the clouds

Scattered like rocks from a shoreline

Ripples cascading into one another

Even mountains can move in water

I could see the past and the future

The hope and dispare

I could hear a promise

We live in the valleys

Perfect While Falling

I think the snow has brought me back

A cold compress on swollen facts

A white page with lines in black

A blank stage, walked boards and cracks

A cold sign gives a half fact

A stalked future in paper hats

A Beautiful Sunset

I need something to breath

Something to cut through the heat

Because I have come to rely on love

And it's leaving me undressed

Cut down in the wake of an actress

Boiled in the heat of a sunset

I have become heart less

I can not take the time to listen to what I've felt

Distractions are fine

But they are forcing me to melt down inside

The chalise of our love

The sweetness of our love

Purified by the heat of the sunset

On the street when we last met

I have been caught on fire

Listen to me

There is nothing to speak of...