A bell trying to echo
Looking for a surface
Cannot find it
There is non that it recognises

Diffusing into fractals
But not nothingness
As it knows nothingness
Can never exist

The bell finds its echo
But does not understand it
A cannon perhaps
With similar resonances

Seems to me like getting on the train
Somebody's loss, somebody's gain

It has a two way power supply
Easy to use and ready to fly

Somebody please come and take away

This luxury

It's easy for you
But hard for me
Easy to see
It's impossible

And I feel
So very old
But coming to see
Something new

Seems to me like getting on the train
Somebody's law somebody's game

Clandestine words of never-worlds
They seem eluding as ever and escaping me
They are

They are and bare a simple truth
We've never been its never-been

And machines, they lean on me to be alive
They never can and so can't I

What we see is never there
And so what if we never dare to care

It might be kind
To turn an eye
To live a lie
To see the truth
For which to
.

a shaking beacon
and then
three planes in a row
flew above notably

and so

landing on trampled grass
shaking ground
I can't help and

ask

do I know something?
how could I have dared!
to implement

self priority

.

most certainly not

apart from this reckoning

the indicated
I can state

audaciously
fearlessly

And I
My eye's set up high

It's set on a dead pixel

Can't help but wonder why

And I
My eye's fixated on dust

It's floating by a dead pixel

But it doesn't move

'Remove yourself'

Everyone commands

And I
My eye's set on a dead pixel

And I realise that it's as real

As anything has ever been

a ripple, a waveform
playful gravity

I heard procrastination was key
an interesting gift to give
to anti-relax,
to examine yourself
from the perspective of an enemy

and so it goes

and so it's here

a ripple, a waveform
playful gravity

Bare feet on the sand when the sun sets down to begin rising

the wind kisses the sand and that forms a new horizon

it's telling me something I don't know, but I can feel it

old and new, never been here at the time when I actually need it

Tilted trees
Ambient sea
And the whispering cold

I shouldn't stay here, but I want to
I should care about me, my mind says I aught to

right here where we met it seems a moment ago
I wash out this stain, even though I don't want to

finding this thought is my greatest achievement
I choose the other me and I know that want to.