The sight and sound of me

I saw a sight that was never seen.
It looked unlookable.

I heard a sound that was never heard.
It sounded unhearable.

And, in both cases, it was the same.
They were the same.
They were one thing.
They were - they are - chaos.

And they were - are - me.

Chaos am I, chaos is me.
I am that vision, that sound...
Chaos am me, chaos is I.

Was

What was once
Was then wasn't

Once it wasn't it wasn't
But when it was it was.

Wasn't was but was wasn't.
Once.

Spectrum of Time

A poem, by Carol DeFeo.
Used with kind permission, and heart...

Ask....

and answer. a period is different than a questioning mark.

ask and answer. tell and be told.

inflection and affectation create syntax and understanding.
subtlety.
nuance.

spirit.

answer and ask. be told. be telling.
be heard. be listened.

be clear.

Circle and sphere.

(null)

It's not a word, It's not a sound. It's not an idea of a concept of a thought that you thought that you thought when you were deep in thought. It's not a mental picture or a snapshot or a crystal clear vision.

I don't know what it is. I don't know what it was. I don't know where it comees from, or where it goes. I don't own it, control it, believe in it, want to take it to dinner, or want to shoot it in the center of its head.

It's not me.

It's not you.

That about covers it.

It takes a toll

Just a man

Jeg er bare en mann.
ikke mer.
ingenting mer.
bare en blanding av action og ingen.
rett og slett et mønster av gjorde og ugjort.

a smile again

completed

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