The Pachian Chronicles: Ponds
I sleep and I not-sleep. Nightly, I hop from stone to stone and pond to pond. Science the kaleidoscope looks a bit different from each, and I['d like to] learn to run with it. Every night is a corridor of stars and every next day I am somewhere else. Every thing seems the same, but it's been moving around: a lot. Chasing serenity is silly because you break it when you find it. Chasing chaos is fulfilling: like looking directly into the sun, but I hear you shouldn't do that too often.
Every day I learn to see new cracks in the landscape, and I want to fall through them. Something terribly brilliant is in there: something pure and deafening.
The Big Bang
I am the Big Bang.
I made your cereal.
Eat your cereal and think of the Big Bang.
A Poem about Orange Leaves
I'm changing little bits of future as
my feet scrush through cities of orange leaves.
Sunset Woods are out of control!
And nobody seems to mind.