Tachisme

A stain on this fabricated sky

Gray, gray from end to end

Scrawls on the face of existence

Then without warning

Freefall of beads become arrows

hurled by innumerous arbalesters

Blotting the fallow face

of this sphere

The echoes of a thousand drops

Overwhelm

Seeker

Through steep canyons meandering

on the surface like a maze

A quest is ongoing

Scanning the landscape --

An amorphous canvas,

a timeless, unceasing obstacle

Traversing this unremitting surface

like gypsies of the night

A moment, an eternity

Passes in a blink

Palimpsest

Rewrite the rules,

Surpass the mean,

Overcome senescent notions,

Create new post-moderns,

Explore strange lands,

Seek theorems' truths,

Surmount the verticals

Demesne

Are we ready for the revelations of the new world

That roses are not red,

And moths are not attracted to the flame,

And the center does hold,

And empires do have a place

Under the eternal sun

Metamorphosis and onward motion

Do not go hand in hand

Among the light and shadows

There is no place for hesitation

Take hold of the future

That refuses to take flight

Après-Fordisme

I awaken with thoughts of

vertical disintegration

Functions and services

being hived off

Knowledge atomized

and reassembled

Risk quantified, curbed at the edges

Enmeshed in the heterogeneity

of reinvention

I seek the spark of enlightenment