Friday, December 26th, 2008


If it’s possible,

I understand.

 

See I said it,

but I don’t see

between flickers

(going blind in this light)

it’s brightness – sudden,

 

listen, you know

how the ones and zeros

scatter,

 

and this game ends

this simulation plays out,

the character passes,

lines absorbed

and closes down.

 

 

Dave

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In between bursts,

that middle

who knows how long?

 

I’m falling,

my soul sleeping

between seconds

blending in shadows

to a nest

prepared,

maintained

ready.

 

When the tree promised

I’m here,

if not the tree,

then emptiness

if not the bite,

then simply scattered earth.

 

In any case,

What the serpent saw

what the soul was seeking,

was forever and cursed it.

 

Dave

I’m the candle

and flame,

the sudden burst,

swaying,

side to side.
A carbon

mixing,

combining

 

who can tell 

what differences?

 

Where my code ends

and begins?

 

Where flicker

is night

 

night is calm

calm is light

bristle from walls

reflecting soul-

 

carbon,

air,

heat,

are one soul.

 

Dave

Snow is falling

Flickr Photo

Flickr Photo

branches covered with frosting,
sparrows blooming.

Snow is falling

crisscrossing, circling

flying pieces.
We cheer them

while they fall

and we’re glass contained,

ah, yes, the ingrediants are great-

 

cup of rest

dash of fun

a project,

 

But those out

have far different views

each flake

a frosting preventing

profit.

 

 

Dave

26 Dec 08

Arguing over rules of the games,

left of right –

foolishness

considering the rules

are decided by the Gamer!

 

 

Dave

Ultimate Gamer!
moving code,
this line,
that one
pulses minus 43rd apart
across the heavens
heavens?
those are bits
ones, zeros
programmed in!

Dave

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