Fusionedge Designs

rotating,
suspended in drifting clouds of meaning,
my particles loosen,
ghosts are multiplying.

1
go to the lake
and sit among the rippling
time beings
talking talking
having visions
policing the lily pads
opening the blossoms
arresting the young
falling over
sinking and shifting

2
dancing automaton
click click click
causal relations
are moving inside you
but you scream
until the last segment
falls together

3
throw bricks
break bricks
solidify and divide yourself
among the pilgrims

4
crowding, exclaiming
you reach out,
reach out,
testing the water,
make sure it is there
posturing, posturing,
perfecting…what?

5
re-interpret the static
buzzing in your ears
signaling the lamp-post
outside your home.
electrons embracing

6
simple burrower,
thoughts of food
thoughts of lovers
hibernation in the spring.
Nuzzling newborns,
Finding grace,
In slumber
And appetite.

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Vanguard children,
they are stringing you along,
but you're still singing,
marching into the abyss.
They want to turn your lives to lessons,
prophets and demagogues leading you astray.
Sit down and face one another!

Q: does true love exist?

A: Yes, in little pockets
when you find a pocket there's an infinity of true love
outside the pocket, nothing.
as simple as that: love pockets. microwave on high.
yum.

Koans for the computer:

its too perfect
a dream and a nightmare.
slipping in and out of them
I know it's a delusion
I have been sitting still here all the time

Lights and shadows help me find my way
but they hide where I'm going

it=0, it=0, it=0, it=1
take a leap of faith

You keep changing
but my model stays the same
dividing infinity
I pretend to be alive!