do i really need.

2003-09-18, 3:24 a.m.

shot with a spark of 11 dimensions, i have become hot, swimming around in all the possibilties. the speed of my thoughts becomes inconsequential, instead i feel their fervor and i indirectly benefit from the energy of motion. they speak of differnet geometries, mirror universes, and as a conclusion, the most aware realize that they have gone down only one path. each claim of the scientist becomes proof in its own, as its place in time exhibits certain laws, infallibe, static.

where was the air when

horizons became a daily occurence

when the plastic framed smiles

service requested by a nameless

group, geniality

bringing the news down a moutntain

stones are keys to your piano fire

i want to spread the feel of

uncontrollabe desire for

learning about the antithesis of

anthropic ideals

no end unless the paper has run

out and the ink is dry. no answer

unless the crowd has left

their chairs with remnants of food

an eloquent ballet of oranges and golds

something wants to be

found but the ways we have traveled

makes it invisible

in the twilight