the slow trickle
of water torture,
beads of
glacial sweat
carving canyons,
torrents of rain
sweeping
leaves
dirt
and trash
through a
miraculous dance
passed the curb and
down the drain.
to the living
minutes and moments
are just drops of water
on an icicle.
such an elegent procession,
such elaborate progression,
and, too, ulimately fragile,
the reality of mortality.
furthermore,
on time:
we view the world
as a stop motion animation.
perception of time
is invented,
utterly subjective
and therefore fallible.
time is,
quite literally,
an optical illusion,
a homegrown hoax.
all moments can be one moment
to that which blinks but once.
the sum of all instants
is one single instant.
and so
stalactites
reach for
stalagmites,
bond and be one,
and find comfort
in their caves.
attraction has
its origins
in the atoms.
maybe earlier.
that was jim morrison's
"atomic love".
electrons were the first roses.
Apr 12, 2010
Apr 12, 2010 at 5:48 AM UTC
the slow trickle
of water torture,
beads of
glacial sweat
carving canyons,
torrents of rain
sweeping
leaves
dirt
and trash
through a
miraculous dance
passed the curb and
down the drain.
to the living
minutes and moments
are just drops of water
on an icicle.
such an elegent procession,
such elaborate progression,
and, too, ulimately fragile,
the reality of mortality.
furthermore,
on time:
we view the world
as a stop motion animation.
perception of time
is invented,
utterly subjective
and therefore fallible.
time is,
quite literally,
an optical illusion,
a homegrown hoax.
all moments can be one moment
to that which blinks but once.
the sum of all instants
is one single instant.
and so
stalactites
reach for
stalagmites,
bond and be one,
and find comfort
in their caves.
attraction has
its origins
in the atoms.
maybe earlier.
that was jim morrison's
"atomic love".
electrons were the first roses.
© Amir 2009
