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

the rapture of knowing
something cannot be undone

remember:
seeing isn't always believing

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