One Second Extra on Scenic Route (3)-6-5: the Morning, the Afternoon, and the Crossroads of Intersected Time.
dali su nam ove godine sekundu više. U Središnjem Uredu za Zemljinu rotaciju. U Parizu. baš im lijepa fala. jer nije to mala stvar. nano po nano - mili. mili po mili - jupiiii :)) sekunda po sekunda - ŽIVOT!!! ... mislim... prije ili poslije dođeš do Života. a to nikako nije mala stvar. nikako.
mislim da to možda povremeno zaboravim - uslijed nekih 'velikih životnih kriza'... kad npr. ujutro nema kafe. ili mlijeka. ili WC papira. ili autobusa. ili ključeva. ili naočala...
ehmmmm... kad to tako pogledam, uviđam da mi se većina 'velikih' kriza događa u ranim jutarnjim satima. eto. heureka!
i zato ću ovu poklonjenu sekundu iskoristiti negdje navečer. pa to je briliant!! :)) ***
Irrevocably wasted ellipse-shaped thoughts, ikebana letters meaningfully interlaced,
Shots: reality stand-stills
enthused by fleeting chance of contrasting contrasts, then finger-tipping them into veins,
and swirling waves
major or minor, miracle or disaster - trivial in relevance, to cosmos and else: oh!
randomly noted - and solely by chance - modalities of chaos and its inconsistent ways
lead me three desks down round a corner, seemingly invisible - yet
visible - seemingly enough
~maybe progress
maybe stillness~
***AM to PM (here go straight)***
ON: cruise southwest, OFF: auto-pilot North
falling for baits of flatness straight ahead, I bypass the serpentines to mementos and flowers,
the asphalt shadows curiously glance at spontaneity of doodles scribbled on my face,
Illusions disillusioned crackle like tempered glass
raindrops smashing against the windshield - dripping rhythm of thumb-thumping sways,
leaking beats into the matrix, dancing streets with unknown names,
moments of my face watermarked onto puddle surfaces and pavement glares,
to disappear off this road
some day
stilled, a footstep slipping onto sidewalk like inkdrop hast to slide and stain,
labyrinthing the lot led by glitters of light, they're wrapped like ivy around the pulse of my walk,
reflections
arrived to depart,
they depart to arrive,
the cycle of change.
disassembling my hand grip into gentle trembles
i'm grasping for waves in the bloodstreams of redness-paled,
breaking them into pieces, smashing foams against the membranes,
I let them soak in adrenaline
before they take off somewhere. it's an acquired taste.
and high above, ferris-wheel velocity tallys the rounds on my skin,
inscribes tones thinner then perception onto echoes of freedom tiptoeing above ground and rhymes of lungs whispering to air,
my breath parallel to vertical leeway - just a faint difference,
just faintly another
now,
like never again.
~sometimes stillness
sometimes progress~
***PM to AM (signal light, second to turnpoint)***
raspy desk. southwest. and progress stillness; stilness progress.
***
23:59:60
(now balance with both feet: balance with the right and balance with the left)***
void
tapped into, around, under and over,
voluptuousness.
the outside
curving
the waves
into shape.
the inside
shaping
the inside
into waves.
one second
to intersect.
***00:00:00 (highway)***
Time is flat angled, open wide; look ahead and drive straight. And balance, balance with both your weighs: on one side hold your heart,
and on the other one your brain.