Ximot
Bluelighter
DELUDING YOURSELF AND THE OTHER
(doing rounds tuning in tuning in doing rounds)
Yes Yes Yes there is
So much everywhere it is
Easily seen not
Understood though because
Precisely because it is
So much everywhere it is
Impossible finally
Impossible to
Imagine but imagine
To but
Temporarily have a
Hold on it all as
If it were one one
Discernible whole with
Connections all made
Clear but no all
You ever see and
Occasionally understand if
Only for a moment
And breathe in and
Transform and breathe
Out compressed but
Flattened broader much much
Much more detailed
And microscopically
Small yet large
Because of it saying
Much through saying
Little the whole
Meaning captured
Meaning captured
For one and in
One single instant one
Revelatory flash one
Unique space with no
Finite place being
Random always
Random changing
And changing focus
Free-wheelingly and
Free-willingly after
A will not yours
Not mine not
Anyone’s you know
Or I know
But someone’s
Something’s
Call it the force
Or what you will
Travelling that place space
After space filling
Any space or so
We believe the pattern
Not quite clear to
Us waiting looking
And describing
Fearfully hopefully
Chasing the gap
I wrote this in 1997. I had forgotten all about it and recently found it again, and i can still relate to it.
(doing rounds tuning in tuning in doing rounds)
Yes Yes Yes there is
So much everywhere it is
Easily seen not
Understood though because
Precisely because it is
So much everywhere it is
Impossible finally
Impossible to
Imagine but imagine
To but
Temporarily have a
Hold on it all as
If it were one one
Discernible whole with
Connections all made
Clear but no all
You ever see and
Occasionally understand if
Only for a moment
And breathe in and
Transform and breathe
Out compressed but
Flattened broader much much
Much more detailed
And microscopically
Small yet large
Because of it saying
Much through saying
Little the whole
Meaning captured
Meaning captured
For one and in
One single instant one
Revelatory flash one
Unique space with no
Finite place being
Random always
Random changing
And changing focus
Free-wheelingly and
Free-willingly after
A will not yours
Not mine not
Anyone’s you know
Or I know
But someone’s
Something’s
Call it the force
Or what you will
Travelling that place space
After space filling
Any space or so
We believe the pattern
Not quite clear to
Us waiting looking
And describing
Fearfully hopefully
Chasing the gap
I wrote this in 1997. I had forgotten all about it and recently found it again, and i can still relate to it.
