A world of possibilities, a universe of chance, Nothing anywhere until you look at it, Measure it, fix it, glue it to the warping rubber sheet. Together we build the world around us,
The sorrow of parting lies Reflected in the pool of autumn leaves. Nature in full retreat beneath The sky so dark the colours run, Like oil on water, Dripping from Zadok’s hand,
I have a pen but no paper, So I write on my skin, The private whisper urging me, “Get it down now, this time this place”. In this single room, this bed, So careless to have no paper,
Might, could, probably should, Uncertainty eats me alive, My stomach feels empty and bloated, Like the pebble dashed waves Pulling back over the beach, Scouring and sucking the energy away,