Prologue/Body/Epilogue to a Love Affair

Tri-Id
In a quiet space find us
On the grass under the conversational trees
Near Buddha and bee buzzing with no care
And the Thames slopes by.

In a quiet space we meet
You find me and the demons recede
I find you and the ground will bleed
We find each other on this neutral path
In a quiet space on the grass of Tri-Id.

2005-2014


Nova_Tempo
Time ticks not topsy-turvy decimals denying the power of two,
Press the square or star key; fit into this century twice,
Average a month to thirty - 350 days a year - ten-thirty than half a clock.
Shorten the day to twenty hours, it’s tidier a five day week.

Swimming the helix stream our dreaming binds DNA
Locked is this box in blood sugar fret
LET’S BANG ROCKS TOGETHER.

Forward a nova shining bright on our planet- depopulated and parched
Catastrophic obliterated cartography, a tapestry of threads picked out.
Aeons hence Spring never arrives, and this date gifts sadness to those who followed but were not led.

Swimming the helix stream our dreaming binds DNA
Locked is this box in blood sugar fret
LET’S BANG ROCKS TOGETHER.

Eyelid prism people sparkle, midnight flies on ears adjusted to the silence
A steam train speeds thru’ me – me and not-me, betwixt two points linear
A footnote in the galaxy; paragraphs flutter their perspectives
Clay in the binary represses and scrawls depressive code
Whence and hence the sentinel will espy our expiration
Our unique malady and from alien firmament encrypt its data thrice.

Swimming the helix stream our dreaming binds DNA
Locked is this box in blood sugar fret
LET’S BANG ROCKS TOGETHER.

2000-2014

Excerpt from Scripting for ‘WeEchoCyber’, 2014