Felling yellow melons with tree scythes and brass knives
� Daydream of pertinence
�������� pressing fantasy bleeds into reality
Stairs of repetitive choreographed squares piling highly
������������������ atop around and below
Thin mints glow neon green fluorescence
�� emanating lunar illumination
������������� white scattered city lights
just enough bright for this time of night
��� Insomniacs revving by, off to a plethora of destinations
� tossing coins into the deserted Oakland Avenue
breathing vanilla atmosphere at the intersection
���������� standing between parallel yellow lines
���� echo in the din of a penny rolling down a hill
����������������� shroud of mist and uncertainty engulfs
� twig snapping somewhere in the proximity
�������������� lurking black cat with bright green eyes turns, pauses, scurries away
� a clap of wood on wood
���� or a gunshot from over the horizon?
��������� the sound itself, imagined
Time stands still as cars flash by
��������� darkness elucidates, making all evident
��� world streaming by a bubble suspended in the 4th dimension
�������������� of fantasy and conjecture,
������������������� and relative reality and selective memory
������ and mental clarity of a visionary
� extrapolating pasts and futures, tracing descendants and ascendancy
Squirrels and cats roam, coexisting in another reality right beside our own
������ concurrent subsistence, mutual obliviousness
������������������ predatory prowling, intimidating scowls
������ rabbits and owls play cat and mouse
all around the bubble
� �����������the city is being transformed to rubble
���� slow but insistent weeds seeping into the urban collage of infrastructure
������������������� emerald tints the decaying sidewalk
�������� patchwork of manmade slaps
� casualties of the natural order
������������ portal into a new sector of the mind
��������������������������� zone of untouchable epiphanies
��� rustling leaves stir serenely
��������������� the dead ones flutter down
���������������������� settle on the surface
������������������������ �������of consciousness
������� snowflakes of baffling complexity
the passage of days and parasites creates erratic holes and spots in these leaves
������ badges of authenticity
imperfections that form a perfect specimen
fissures abysms and chasms symbolize ingestion digestion and reintegration into the life cycle
��������� Is this the essence of time
��������������� gradual shifts in appearance
���������������������� response and conformity to outside pressures
���� but once injected back into the process it�s all meaningless
������������� and lost
������� stolen significance
��������������� all value is transient and temporal
���������������������� unattainable in the purified state, permanence
��������� eternal delight that we eternally strive to realize
��� and time that has no beginning and no end has no relevance
������������ no bearing on reality
����� or correlation to the endlessly rising and setting sun
������������������ whose actions defy time durations and explanations
���������� step outside the boundaries of conceptual constraint
� puffing chemicals and oxygen
��������� steamy swirls billow out, coalescing
�� blending in suspended existence
��������� as the children fade away to rejuvenate
����������������������������������������������������� recuperate
��������������������������������������������������� �recreate
��������������������������������������������������� reinvent
�������������������������������������������������� relive
����������������������������������������������� the gaseous
������������������������������������������ the undefined
��������� �����������������������������the unreachable
�������� reincarnated for a new day, a new reality.
10 April 2004