reflect.black
no sense
or essence
open through
singing air
or clasping breath
when found by
the veiled eye
once upon a moon
a long, long time below
there i wasn't
covered from arm to arm
in front of myself
i cast no shadow
underneath the waves
i could lick the flames
of yesterday's tomorrows
paths shape
and take shape
see a story in a face
think a hundred steps ahead
only to forget
the one that came next
glide across
this sprawl of city streets
where is this going?
in a word?
home
a quick shrug of the brow
forget it ever happened
mom always told me
pick up your feet, and
tomorrow's another day
dad always told me
if something's worth doing,
it's worth doing right
in space,
we are the fish
i blink and another moment passes
i blink and it has all moved on
i blink and it's all the same
i blink and it's all changed
i blink and then i blink again
i stare and hold the moment
i stare and it all moves with me
i stare and it's all fusing
i stare and it's all crumbling
i stare and then i blink again
when we fight against
what we want the most
we reach out close
but it's in the dark
we are masters
of our own fate
and no one else's
by design
anything in contradiction
manufactures
destructive forces
never wrong
about anything
but always wrong
about everything
what i see is what i know
and what i know is where i'll be
and where i'll be is by your side
by your side rise with the tide
fight for the idea?
or fight for the opportunity to defend the idea?
the new world
is always brave
lower your conscious pressure to expand the mind
excommunicated
from the church
of progress
a Brooklyn patch of green
ambient salsa music
dog barks, dribbled basketballs
some fucking marching band goes by
wanting quiet
in an unquiet place
i stretch my neck
head tilting back
letting the sun soak
i think if i get the right angle
maybe it will swallow me and take me home
but it's only hot skin
and none of the day's questions really answered
the only way
a time-bound
connected system
can function
with purpose
is to stay in
constant motion
we are already
infinite
the cauldron of chaotic
energies and signs
is a forging process
ahead of new creativity
why follow?
we can lead together
NY is the
12 different hands
on a subway pole
universe
or
nothing
obliviousless
settle for half-right
settle for half, right?
conversations with myself
(no stranger to)
the come down
is a let down
how far
do you have to walk
down this road
before you see
where it leads?
a step too far
point:
practice love
for us beings of time
for better or worse
changes are always additive
i ask, who have you been?
who will you be?
how close will you get?
there are days
when i was in her dreams
there are days
when i was not
the difference
can be subtle
but i'd rather
be in my element
than in my head
writing about
what i know
trying all along
to remember
i know nothing
look
no
hands
sometimes
it bothers me
that my music
knows how i feel
it was the worst
of everything
but it was the best
of me
borrowed synths
borrowed records
and borrowed time
borrowed friends
borrowed bud
and borrowed lime
halftime of the dreamtime
downtime in the daytime
lifetime of anytime
primetime for sublime
sometimes realtime
summertime suppertime
what's that thing
where other people do it
then you reflexively
do it too?
i am you
as you are me
who you become
is who you are
the complete self
stays a mystery
offer your white box
i'll climb in
just to burn it down
around me
and show you
there are no bounds
to a soul in search
use this
think that
do this
be that
no question
can ask
and no answer
can tell
the purpose
chases the energy
it supplants
hate makes you turn on others
fear makes you turn on yourself
today is
a wonderful day
for me
there will never
be another one
like it
harmony vs. reason
balance vs. order
universality vs. specificity
reality vs. rationality
simple in its complexity vs. complex in its simplicity
dark matter
is the mass
of consciousness
apps and services
should lose points
for keeping your
attention too long
i'm a natural
could contextual insight
on interneurons emerge
from this soup
of action potentialed?
nothing comes to mind
about sweet love...
silence's ability
to convey more
than any words ever could
is a natural constant
confidence and humility
are partners in the same dance
put it in the garden
see what grows
ass.com gets about
360,000 visitors per year
from address type-ins
the New Yorker in me
knows
survive today to build tomorrow
build today to survive tomorrow
design a new
pasta shape!
through memory
i am in you
a day
is not a day
i see you
in all your glory
and i love you
that is all
allow yourself
to look
then allow yourself
to see
Archimedes
da Vinci
Galileo
Maxwell
Einstein
demand
is a lagging indicator
of changes
truly needed
gyroscopic planetarium
water elevator
collect all footage
of people
disappearing-on-tape
sovereignty
exists at the literal
heart of a thing
capsule for experience swapping
a good flow
is the result of
pairing timing
and intention
change
leeches forward
Lagrangian points form
the intersections of the
invisible mesh of
cosmic gravitational energy -
naturally adjusting to remain
zero-sum points of balance
ask kindly
for someone's
attention
people with subscriptions
don't enjoy when you
mistake them for prescriptions,
but people with prescriptions
do enjoy when you
mistake them for subscriptions
kids tell you secrets
worth knowing -
listen closely
that man
makes leaving a room
an art form
being around each other
is like looking in a mirror
when you didn't mean to
yetis are more alpine
and above the frost line,
whereas bigfoot
is more deciduous
less denial
and more admission
is a practice of
soul access
there is a frontier of thought,
a type of no-man's-land
between the opposition
and the indifferent
angry?
try crying about it
be kind
to your mind
it takes courage
to know you are right
even when you are wrong,
it takes wisdom
to know you are wrong
even when you are right
harsh vs. gentle
unpleasant vs. pleasant
malevolent vs. benevolent
agony vs. bliss
a story vs. the story
in The Matrix,
what they call the "real world"
is what we call the mind
sophistication
is more easily seen
in retrospect
our
screens
are no
false reality
their apps
and information
are
digital
silvering
truth will repeat itself
passion will keep listening
purpose will answer its call
it's ok to be
what you never thought
you could be
it's also ok to be
what you thought
you never could be
welcome back
from the
other side
guerrilla leveler
what happens when
everyone stops
apologizing for
the inconvenience?
willful
déjà vu
what is IT?
i am IT?
IT is me?
there is no battle,
only opposing entanglement
hindering our ability
to see the traces of
our cosmic family
is a real threat
shared reality
is not binary
intention affects perception
admitting things
to yourself
about yourself
invites harmony
light vs. dark
invite vs. pull
love vs. wickedness
given vs. taken
free vs. coerced
our experience
is an ever-unbalanced equation
of effort and rest
beware
the perpetual
avatar
play with the rules
they are never real
seize the opportunities
to raise others up,
wherever they may be
slow down
to sync up
to understand time dilation,
wait a minute
dogs reveal
the energy of a place
ayahuasca gave her
diamond skin
i came to see
what is to be unseen
i've found my god
and it's exactly
what i thought it'd be
base reality
the ocean of uncertainty
the inertial frame of reference
the inoperable space
of our unbuilt environment
the piggishly pious
are a pestiferous people
with a pestilential poison
be uselessly useful
and usefully useless
when the time comes,
there is a good chance
"fuck" will be the last
word ever spoken
the united heart and mind
beckon one another
in the physical
using a mirror,
attempt to look inside the pupil
of the reflection of yourself
looking into your own pupil -
be soft in the eye
and allow it to adjust to the task
i will look
for the both of us
i can feel the echo
of you
in me
when i listen long enough,
she tells me all her secrets
miracles are those quantum moments
of supreme energetic confluence
time passes through us
we do not pass through time
life force is the stationary existence,
our incumbent infinity
i am caught in the wind of the arc
tethered for now
to a mast beneath light
was i fair?
was i beautiful?
live at odds, love at evens
peace is the gaseous state of kindness
awareness through participatory
subversion has style,
and style has staying power
culture is led by dreams,
and paced by fear
expect evolution
and evolution will expect you
the internet is a window,
the digital reckoning of our primal forces will continue
hug all the way through to your fingertips
our anthropoetic wiring
slowly envelops us like vines
natural states permit natural fates
sloppy tastes good
fluidity is the framework
just close your eyes
where the sun rises
while it sets
a brief something
amidst eternal nothing
that brief visual anomaly
that familiar pattern
that rush of sound to be decoded
that reminder on your tongue
and the scent pulled in
helped you feel
a type of place
in a type of way
the simple evolutionary twist
of our inward optic projection
instigates the buffer
by which we create
our ability to access alternate states of consciousness
allows us to accord with “the way things are” from perspectives
alien to the dominant visual reproduction of light our mind is accustomed to,
but at the same time akin to its source
light contains the totality of available information
and our minds synthesize its presence according to our current state of consciousness
error: smooth path ahead,
this loop has already been run
here may we seek clarity of choice before definition of result
let us consider the refraction of our layers of abstraction
and discover anew - while possibility persists the heart consists
kiss me more slowly than the mountains grow and the moon recedes
in the middle
there are equal parts
sameness and uniqueness;
we all begin life here
like finding a swing in the woods
the error probability in quantum calculations is randomness
the angels are in the details
i'll think
i wish i could have laughed
even more