Wednesday, December 21, 2011

continuity of identity
is a myth

you are a constellation
of spinners
a group
for that millimicronanosecond
to be followed by an unrelated

if you are open  to being all
all infinite possible yous
which are random frames
to appear and later
perhaps organize
in temporary orders

if  you are open to the white noise
dim memories
are never a reality
ride your wave
face the sun