"As I careen from Sumer to Macondo in the space of an academic semester" - written six and a half years ago

Sevilla, España

As I careen from Sumer to Macondo

I hold to words and misconnections I fly on

carpets through stone terraced mountains

and stare upon flying maidens who return my gaze

with seductive winks

Above the forest canopy of flying buttresses

of stone above sculpted metal wave receptors

illumining early morning swallows

diving and darting with fine cheeps

at targeted insects

Misconceptions of light and time

carpeted journeys and paths to fame

to technological wonders that flash in and out

of existence—virtual in a buzzing virtual world

of green plasticities

Terraced  time waits in Escher’s space

I frequent my future moments

recede back into their past, their

fame and their infamy, their grace

and their curses.

Starting the jeep, warming the metal

about the explosive chambers and metal

arms and the man puts his foot on speed

and presses and speed achieves its self

without a soul

In a single tick of the clock both

hopeful and horrified at what the

next tick might bring.   Before first

awareness, water falls into mist

over a stone ledge,

This is more impression on a soft emptiness

where light swallows darkness sometimes as

fast as yesterday, sometimes as slow as now,

than memory.  The skin hovers and coats this

with an opaque layer.