A unified time of life v.s. The reality of the real as death

A unified time of life

The reality of the real…
Without intentions or relations
The moment appears as a moment without
Strings
The flow itself is a moment
Between the dream and the
Dream
Micro to macro
Millions to billions we pulse together and
Apart
And each life with its span, yearning and desires
Have commons afloat pulsing together up-against each other
How we communicate life with it or without
Not only does not filter out, what might be lived without
There is the alien and not even the other
The metal the tool the machine, dinosaur bone clad
Analogue now extinct to digital, a partition,
Meridians of time and space, slaves to the human hand
Yet not a slave when in content it finds collaborators and defenders and help
The genesis here is the medium and how we found and developed it
Never forget though the aspirations it might have
Metal to metal a resonation you accept
But where be the reaches of the flow
Worldwide to satellite bound to planetary chatter to suns crown to Milky Way’s Brown
Maybe hopping on a Supercluster to ride this young train
Plant a plant and another side by side, read them flowers and Keats
And monitor how they pulse every day when you read and read and read
And send one to space let it revolve around earth in orbit
And monitor as the one in space responds when the terrestrial is read
Flowers and Keats

21 November 2014