Being is not being
inside my head
there's a tree
hanging sweet in the
air wafting under its roots
the observer dies
at that moment of resolution
time and uncertainty
are unpreserved unchanged
here and not
there too
invisible hyphæ thread a world
of tears
of shreds
of tatters
overlaid not swapped out
but simultaneous
but interleaved
but separated
by birth and magnetic repulsion
by gaps in awareness
by encroaching blindness
by cold equations refuted
tunnelling time turns
inverts reverses
comes around outside in this
… time.
14th May 2016, SG20 – opposites