Arbitrary Scheduling

He wanders in, abstract At whatever time pleases While towers fall around He exits, stage right each time Before the rest Have had a chance to breathe He complains That he “doesn’t feel welcome” As if his indifference to the clock Negates the reason for scheduling Promises promises Each one left undelivered

The way forward

The rules are simple, don’t break them Find a way to make them Justified and applicable To the circumstances of the situation Arbitrary measures of control Wrestling against the sum total of experience Wilting flowers replanted in spring

Centuries

One hundred or so years Enough to evolve the camera From chemical black box To digital Ansel Adams In one hundred years We’ve Come a long way How far have we really traveled? Discovery would be Something akin to a Séance; holding tightly through memory An instant connection with Channeled messages Inspired from the sensations... Continue Reading →

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