Encoding another YT vidya now.
In the meantime
A Poem of Sorts
The strange evening
Hangs between
The ringing
Of what is and isn’t seen
There’s wisdom in the leaves
That golden quake
Just above the eaves
For even a moment to take
Is to taste
Eternal
Neither want nor waste!
If you help somebody
It’s an accident
Cause the world is bloody
Never learn from precedent
It pulses and beats
In hollers and heats
Life flows down streets
Aorta greets
Whatever passes ‘long
Takes it through
Circulation washes right or wrong
You were there just there
And so was the moment
Don’t you know where
You paid the rent
You want the credit
That you’re living on
Always try to edit
Just to get along
So what’s it now
When the coronary
Shows we’ve nothing to sow
Kills your last canary
It’s an accident
Yea, you helped somebody
To see the sense in spent
yea it was dirty bloody
Great heart
You
Yea
You
And
That’s a start
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Yea.
I’m constantly wired.
Yea.
I’m hardly tired.
Yea.
It’s hard to the nth degree.
Yea.
This stream so fierce so free.
Yea.
Watch it hurtle me.
Yea.
Blur is all I see.
Woah.
Electronic.
Woah.
Pornographic.
Woah.
Everywhere.
Woah.
At once here and there.
No.
There’s not time to flip the page.
No.
There’s no time to feel my age.
No.
There’s no time to kiss.
No.
There’s no love to miss.
Yea.
Love takes time and love takes distance.
Yea.
It’s not possible in an instance.
Yea.
Load me up.
Yea.
More espresso in the cup.
Yea.
Carry on!
Yea.
Past today till life is gone!
Woah.
The screens don’t slow.
Woah.
I’ve got to go.
Woah.
Watch the updates flow.
Woah.
All at once all in a row.
No.
No time to sing.
No.
No time to give a friend a ring.
No.
No little notes on her doorstep.
No.
No time to prep.
Yea.
It’s all at once.
Yea.
It’s all already here ya dunce.
Yea.
One exploding instance.
Yea.
Can’t tell it’s static when it’s moving fast.
Yea.
There’s no past.
Yea.
Don’t linger.
Yea.
This pace don’t make a singer.
Yea.
This is the way it’s gotta be.
Yea.
One direction that’s what I call free.
Yea.
Over the edge.
Yea.
Don’t compose an adage.
Yea.
Don’t compose at all.
Yea.
Just fall.
Yea.
Fall fast.
Yea.
There’s no way to last.
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There is a word that says all things of course
If you want to hear it you must learn to see
That see is waves and waves are sound and source
Such sight comes as pulses of light’s subtle symmetry
If now is then instead of when here then is now
I think this maybe something approaching the Zen
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Empty smell
I sit among it
Wholesome well
Leaves are scattered lit
By sun holy sun wholly shining through a million cracks
There was once a water wheel
In this place by the rusted tracks
Fire and seed
They carried forth what survived of generations
Supplied each need
To those who through wit and luck kept their station
But here
In wholesome depths
Tears draw near
Fire rivers fanned by the empty smell
Sing songs of those who never had a chance to tell
Why do I sit here with the power to spell
When I disappear
Will I meet the million voices
Who dwell here
Amongst fates fickle choices
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