An Idea

not writing
beauty again

what I am doing
whatever I am doing
is me living

thus an I synthesizes experience
into an idea of existence

Either Way

if no cars why road
why anything
we are obliged to live

if house why no people
walking most
work now virtual hidden

and what of prosody
syllables counted
meaning crystallized

one stays home the other
comes back the same
time passes either way

Clumps and Voids

the train needs no eyes to follow the track
the driver trusts no mirror image is coming the other way
the system must work perfectly and normally does

some cluster some move as far apart as possible
the clumps are grotesque the voids not really empty
hills full of antimagnetic farms dreaming of isolation