Sunday, August 30, 2009

A Waking Dream

During the time of the night when I first start to dream, I was woken by a phone call. So, now I could not sleep, although a little of that dream still clung to my waking life.

I saw a vast hall, deep underground from far away — filled with many people. The roof was sheared off so that I could watch them from above. Or, maybe it was only from a mountain I saw this room. There was soft light from lanterns strung between the walls, and I seemed to be floating. Slowly as I left the scene my interest grew and my thoughts wandered to a less peaceful place.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

All scientists are artists, although not good ones.
Also, all artists are scientists, although not good ones.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Composite Storia

Following my course down the hall into the stairwell, I pass down to the lower street level exit of the House. The door is broken, huge and made of ancient wood. I skip over the street with two long strides into an arched entrance of a stone, temple like palazzo to mail a package. Standing, waiting on the green marble floor for a clerk's attention the afternoon moves at a special pace.

Monday, August 10, 2009

The people's deepest desire is sleep

They walk in a waking dream,
through the dark, casting no shadows

Wandering the Streets, never finding
Night's sweet child Sleep.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

Further On Place

This building is a tyrant, it structures every part of my life

This building has friends and is friendly with its neighbors,
here is a community

This building is my home, this house is where my family raised me.
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