THRESHOLD

To remember the final song of the year,
Music means the world and more,
the threshold where the stone entity is perched
Waiting, watching for what is next,
Machine voice citing the Greek,
Water dripping from the roof
the beat reflected in gravity's natural force
The days to come of which I speak
Holding a still flame in the dark
Clearing the mind for further invention,
Preparation for St. Petersglocke
the science fiction era is not fiction at all,
to you, whom observes as reality unfolds.

meantful..

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

vertices matrices

now i can continue along with my cree-ay-tea-scape, cupcake color, object of rhythmic adrift and desire
w_A_T_E_R_ F_I_R_E W_A_T_E_R F_I_R_E_
stream of, good night vertigo, noise in eyes, in a water body, black and yellow striped butterfly wings, inverted faces,
squares inside of square movements slowly fade, squares of leaves and dissonant chords...

My first whole fig...

It is very consoling to sit by and watch the water
the infinite reflection of the sun in the waves and the patterns
It makes; the silent water is peaceful, and when the wind began
there was a rocking motion, a wave dance.
It was so real, surreal and beautiful, the birds perched on the pier posts
when they flew down close to the water, what a sight!
And the presence is there still, I can feel,
as the brightest star descends on the city horizon.
I am the observer, and it was, and is always there,
the shrieking gulls and the friendly wind.
The water that is never still, but in infinite motion in my mind.