11.05.2005
Atmospheric bloom
Biking over the Mass Ave bridge tonight looking over the Charles at about 1:30am, the water was placid, the sky was fogged and this color but its reflection on the water was this color and it made me feel alive in my small spot in the fold of the universe.
I'm glad I didn't have my camera. A facsimile of the experience is bound to be disappointing.
I had it and that's enough. And of other things I had, that's enough too. Ping pong goes the electron gradient betwixt my neurons. Ping pong and electrostatic. And memories spring double spirals from the sparkle-cloud from the sparkle-cloud.
It's that color because of the lights you can't see over the horizon. They are both behind you and ahead.
open your hands
stretch and reach
reach and touch
"And if you want me, you better, speak, up, I.. won't.. wait..
So you better...."
I'm glad I didn't have my camera. A facsimile of the experience is bound to be disappointing.
I had it and that's enough. And of other things I had, that's enough too. Ping pong goes the electron gradient betwixt my neurons. Ping pong and electrostatic. And memories spring double spirals from the sparkle-cloud from the sparkle-cloud.
It's that color because of the lights you can't see over the horizon. They are both behind you and ahead.
open your hands
stretch and reach
reach and touch
"And if you want me, you better, speak, up, I.. won't.. wait..
So you better...."
# posted by Mike @ 3:36 AM 
