Friday, 23 December 2011


when I heard a bassline from afar,
i had an idea to make it anew,
finished Tobinskanner yesterday,
now working still on the fluctuating tones of meantful...
while we find messages everywhere
while we all carry our burdens and joys
as Kraftwerk attuned to me while time travelling,
"even the brightest stars
discover themselves in the looking glass"
while the tones persist
and everything consistently changes
except for what is written and looped
there is always room for more
while i want to explode
and i am not troubled
but "i love to laugh long and loud and clear"
as the best scene i remember from Mary Poppins,
i love to love and am displaced and transient
invisible thoughts i care for that are not real
as instructed by Thich Nhat Hahn
“Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.”
dreams that are not real..
only while we are awake
so to you who i don't know
who i saw the Döppelganger‏ of in my dream,
i love you and i'll see you
on the other side of the sky

Mortal as I am, I know that I am born for a day. But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch the earth.
- Ptolemy, c. 150 AD

1 comment:

Alan Clinton said...

This poem sort of says everything in the form of a soft mystery