so calm, a sonnet of fury

its terrible to be so contrite
when proof of angels turns to shite
and pissing onwards in the wind
is just the least to ought, rescind
the faithful words, observe
the gall, inadequacy, the nerve

in these times of trials, believe
or bravely take the pill, deceive
the offerer of hands who sends
saying still that vinegar and paper mends

how could the foot soldiers so calm
defeat the enemies of mind, as vietnam
fury yet persists, and totalled is the sanctity
that died in blood soaked enmity

©2009 Hey Hey

ago

ago is here again
the long time ago that should never
but now we have ago that will last forever
and the music and wine
everything was fine

maybe was only then
when maybe was perhaps as good as this
remembering maybes with every kiss
with first eyes for to keep
it never was so deep

future was a distance when
the only future was much more of now
and the future would explain how
we might ever know
such a time ago

©2009 Hey Hey

not the end

he tells me a year will end
for him on the 31st, and for me it will end too
yet not a simple end of the year
rather, a time to reappear

it will end in a commonwealth of beard
(a grey me and a grey you)
whose reciprocal thoughts we send
to where prose are never feared

so, how does it feel, approaching end days
as the glorious past disappears with each new word
and where the completely absurd
future is surely ablaze

be born again as the new spells begin
though striking the dozen will always win

©1st December 2009 Hey Hey

possibly in progress

in platonia

in platonia there is no need to reminisce
here the memories coalesce and all there is, is this
where taking back words and deeds from the dead
cannot be contrition, rather misdirected instead

in platonia there is no need to exist
though imagining dreams is hard to resist
but these motes of dust are facades in sleep
where sunshine in ether was never to keep

in platonia there is no need to explain
because there was once, there is ever refrain
and as the end comes the journey will start
all meaning united, a singular heart

©2009 Hey Hey
Thanks to Tim Story for inspiration

true essence

the petals of this rose are you
an erstwhile angel for the few
recounting as the layers unfold
and moments of your life are told

‘tis sweet, your music in the sun
and with the breeze notes gaily run
sending perfume’s heady wave
to drift amongst and so enslave

yet not the least is colour, you
of heaven, a celestial hue
to lend the season’s joy today
whilst painting memories here to stay

though petals of this rose be real
ne’er could true essence, you, reveal

©2009 Hey Hey

dream of humanity

the blue faded
and the soothing waters
of our birth
receded
into an endless night

memories of creation
and the passion
for constancy
disappeared
with the iota
whilst the inspiration
for discovery
and truth
enveloped each soul
without retrospect

though the spell of time
had been broken
and spacial kingdoms
vanquished
humanity
remained precedent
beyond even
the supraethereal journey
towards
this singularity

©2009 HeyHey

of life

this overwhelming moment
to hold a rose
within a lonely morn
in cold sunshine mist
… a pale blue sky
… such redness
… soft petals
of life

not the rose
nor rising sun
rather being of
unique experience
in warm thought
with freedom
to spend these limits
of life

so turns a day
with little time in mind
yet traverses the sun
through moon
… events and objects
… sensations and sensitivity
the passage in precision
of life

©2009 Hey Hey

virtually real

such tired times
“listen, the liberty bell chimes.”
to be in awe of coffee drinkers
sitting in mocha chairs
wondering who cares
for the graveyard stinkers

“will you come here again?”
did I ask when
of the tepid skinned freaks
who looked whilst they fell
but fought so well
even came here for weeks

so the landscape changed
as lives were rearranged
and the horrors of war
where one careless touch
destroyed so much
“this screen is what I saw!”

©2009 Hey Hey

alone

consider
those rainfall days
when arches of prism sunshine
illuminated raindrops
or were they tears
on sad smiles
raised from truth
in understanding

of mindful daybreaks
and eventides
celestial moments
in whose care
we nurtured visions
of the blue
or notions of the black
beyond

given to observe
the spectacle
that was this world
the stars
yet more
when minds did overflow
could we have been
alone

©2009 Hey Hey

cellular

cellular is the world in this head
(it could have been so expansive instead)
thus, minutiae in worlds minute
conferring time and hence astute
with willingness to search the rule
but quantumness can be so cruel
and so forever to explore
the beautiful, the one, the lore

cellular is the world of this word
(uttered here, yet there, absurd)
will message worthwhile be to speak
transmitting where, with meaning weak
and as the waves are conjured so
magician’s spell does digits throw
into the ether, as discrete
which fateful stranger might they meet

cellular is the world confined
(against the tide or misaligned)
constricted by the thoughts of truth
the ancient wisdom so aloof
insurgence gainst the future shock
of voice unable to unlock
when microcosms in the mind
are freedoms of the only kind

©2009 HeyHey

Haiku November

Thaw

Frost thaws on the lawn
Soil appears at the surface
Darn mole here again

Autumn Evening

Blue sky turns to grey
The evening comes in autumn
Stillness, then a storm

Autumn Reach

See leafless branches
Reaching for the sky in vain
Autumn takes the sun

Draft

Who is that behind
Silent yet is a presence
Draft of autumn air

Fire

Colours turn to grey
Sunshine hours are fleeting
Time to light a fire

November

Angels hang in stores
Twinkling lights on Christmas trees
Must be November

Message

Aching joints and back
Send a message to prepare
Soon there will be snow

Birds

Where is the singing
Why is there night in daytime
Birds on a sojourn

Cats

Rolling eyes at door
Yet midnight has still to pass
Cats know autumn too

Sky

Moon and stars so clear
The heavens are painted well
Autumn sky beauty

Red

Red amongst the grass
Thorns defend red in hedges
Apples and berries

Sleep

Why so much darkness
Why blankets of ice and snow
Even trees need sleep

©2009 Hey Hey

storm and song

in this long night of storm and song
come the frightful words that took so long
to prepare, a beginning, a brand new verse
but to end the last could not be worse

you’ll know these times, the slow goodbyes
the exasperation, amid mindful whys
when pictures fragment with tears, they fall
as though to ignore what it did mean at all

then the burden of those times that were
protracted smiles and peaceful care
a heavy weight this night, alas
for an uneasy debenture still must pass

the thunder plays a reckless game
when arms surround, are they the same
so tenuous, a remembered glance
yet eye to eye could take this chance

and then, the storm gives radiance to
your grace, confirming still tis true
love is illuminated, and song to start
who might imagine should never part

©2009 Hey Hey

life in fire

this burning sun that brings today
and takes away
the fear and all that dark can do
brings warming depth of truth in you
as light is to a synthesis
providing more than biosis
then here is one dichotomy
not visualized through astronomy
for, emerging whence a mortal spell
surpasses all that words might tell
and as the brightness does unfold
a story of the earth is told
where more than we could see transpire
created every life in fire​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​


©2009 Hey Hey

experiments with coffee on a wednesday

they walk by
oblivious to the you and me
and all this real worth to see
but we are low and they are high

a continuum
where days they roll
here comes another soul
add him to the present sum

and like a birth of pristine mind
the snow so white, the first to taste
the world, the you, such a waste
all turn with time, a different kind

pragmatic spirits
of humanity
who think that freedom is just … free
that living merits

wandering in the coffee shop
consider lives out there, unreal
i wonder if they think and feel
if they might touch us now, then stop

another wednesday
brings its caffeine high
and always wondering why
but never say

©2009 Hey Hey

parasomnia

leaving trails of life behind
in a dream
of chemical, it would seem
or another kind
but tethered to a belief
that sleep is the thief
of now
to escape, but how

©2009 Hey Hey

this is what it's like

this is what it’s like to live here
with the beautiful leafless trees
in the grey air
where thoughts can be anywhere
a mind can be what it sees
and dreams are so clear

here is a moment to stop, to gaze
at a cloud or a star
as time permits the perception of everything
visualised through the symmetry in a string
to recognize the journey thus far
yet appreciate a mere phase

being concordant with this place
the here, the now
furthermore, ubiquity and eternal
saving memories as though paternal
for posterity, would capacity allow
else living here will have no trace

©2009 Hey Hey

the sad song

when the sad song plays
i find so many ways
to explore the finale
resulting in the same outcome, whatever the simile

the long days and dark nights
somewhat equivalent in surreptitious plights
lead toward an unfathomable abyss
where the universe takes the ultimate piss

this travelling, with a word
a tune and a sense that is so absurd
through a bogus time to patronize
yet contemplating these simple lies

notwithstanding the futility
of an individual, without hostility
still, one might appreciate existence
though largely in a past tense

so the sun shines or the stars glisten
but only in here is someone to listen
counting the diminishing days
when the sad song plays

©2009 Hey Hey

Twixt

Twixt tomorrows and yesterdays
Are the nows that are real
The times that we feel
Yet nothing in the present stays
And the instants that we are given
Are invariably lesser
Than the experiences that for we, possessor
Have so arduously striven

Indeed, the consequential encounters that so fleetingly last
Inevitably travel such distances as to incarnate resent
For certainty is that our imperative present
Is no more than an inaccessible past
All we have is the diminishing image of love
As we struggle to achieve escape velocity
In order to outrun the event atrocity
Determined from so far above

And who are we to appreciate what an instant is
How the perception of when and where
Correlates with what we care
To qualify a formula, states time and space is this
Notwithstanding who we are
With visions so benign
On a tightrope, a faltering line
Have we travelled well, this far

©21st October 2009 Hey Hey

Misery

Misery, o misery, where art thou
When I need thee so much and how
To replace these smiles on sunshine days
And steal the heart of tender ways

Misery, o misery, where is thy sting
Where is the despair that you can bring
Seize the walks in fields of gold
And all the pleasure memories told

Misery, o misery, where hast thou been
Allowing splendours, love, be seen
Across the ocean, hands embraced
And never trust or hope misplaced

Misery, o misery, in thanks returned
To reason, as this dream is burned

©2009 Hey Hey

Autumn Gold

Autumn gold breaks free the morn
And riding hills are eastful born
Through veils, evaporating dreams
In hazy minds, set free it seems

As though to paint the night’s lament
Are streaming clouds in hue’s ascent
Yet with the glory of the fire
Even they should soon expire

Then comes a splendid cerulean sky
All questions disappear, but why
No reason for this daytime moon
So now to wait, recycled soon

Transition twixt the dark to dark
In such fall’s wonderment embark

©2009 Hey Hey

The East Riding originated in antiquity. Unlike most counties in Great Britain, which were divided anciently into hundreds, Yorkshire was divided first into three ridings and then into numerous wapentakes within each riding.

The landscape consists of a crescent of low chalk hills surrounded by the low lying fertile plains of Holderness and the Vale of York. The Humber Estuary and North Sea mark it's southern and eastern limits. There are few large settlements and no industrial centres. The area is administered from the ancient market and ecclesiastical town of Beverley. The economy has a largely agricultural basis and this along with tourism has contributed to the rural and seaside character of the main aspects of the Riding.

To You

Don't forget the sunshine times
When a gentle breeze warmed the days til gone
Then evening candles caressed our glowing skin
And soothed away the years ahead

Don't forget the tapestry
Of woven songs, a shelter for
These simple souls with exclusive lore
Who would seek to kiss and tell the love

Don’t forget the wayward days
Reminding how alive should be
To feel so high or distances
How small the sighs from mountains were

Don’t forget the evermore
The promised skies of ceaseless blue
Such retrospect as legacy
Will nourish thoughts that travel on

Don't forget me

©2009 Hey Hey

Into The Ether

Looking yet deeper into the future
I was still reminded of a remote past
With insignificant potential to nurture
A distance in time so unbelievably vast

Let me paint you into this picture
Where tethering a friendship will be the way
Not simply a theory of life’s architecture
For intentions are eternal but lives never stay

I just wanted to shout into the ether
To make sure this love reached you
Wishing it to fly higher and higher
Until it became inextricably true

Now, in this party that could last forever
A celebration of the warmth of touch
The embraces, which turn organic into endeavour
We might seek the sentience that means so much

©2009 Hey Hey

amberness

when you’ve seen the amberness
an illumination with such tenderness
emerging from improbability
moreover, a sign of precise normality

when you’ve seen the amberness
across fields of beautiful loneliness
satisfaction is walking a dusty track
as the sun turns its back

when you’ve seen the amberness
clearly from the ensuing abruptness
of the twilight transition
this might be a glorious apparition

when you’ve seen the amberness
all that remains is divine continuousness

©2009 Hey Hey

side-effect

they said that no thing is without side-effect

thus, with the ebb and the flow
of life’s wakefulness
came a tangential world; a consequence
that was awareness in unconsciousness
where the impossible was possible
and your seconds became my time
past actions became present reactions
or not
as the case
might
be

so
inevitably
it has come
to pass
that the shape of my tomorrow
has been fashioned
in the mists of dreamscapes
where spells, cast in cerebral shadows
were deterministic, however subtle
becoming the very me that was the other me
or not, as the case might be

©2009 Hey Hey

occurred?

looking through this looking glass
to see a world so full of crass
examining one another’s ass
and wishing the time of yesterday
today
stay?

hiding from this new frontier
not letting in or letting near
inertia without form or fear
mere seconds might a life dispose
decompose
repose?

observing at this comfort zone
how the thoughts of if have grown
but in the end to be alone
to shelter in the spells of word
absurd
occurred?

©2009 Hey Hey

Another Way

Happiness is where you
Dream
Where everything is true
Or so it would seem
Where our star
Has an amber glow
Apparently not so far
For those that know

Understanding is where you
Imagine
Where the sky cannot be blue
According to choline
Yet the chemistry of words
Is all there is to say
Impenetrable as thirds
Hiding this universe away

To love is where you
Are
Where the reasons are few
And the methods so bizarre
But without it, revolving ends
The meaning will dissolve
Clearly, this message sends
Another way to solve

©2009 Hey Hey

Exclusive Kiss

When the light came
Was it you or was it the same
As you are to me
The light is … just free

And then there is this
Reality, or taking the piss
As this is to all
Where is the wherewithal

Might there be more
Alternatives, or one universal law
As more is to less
Here is the me … bless

Then friends from afar
Said this or that’s where you are
As you are to us
Giving vibes … a special buzz

So when we say, hi
Will you laugh or cry
As heart is to bliss
We send you this exclusive kiss

©2009 Hey Hey

man in the screen

hello
man in the screen
now the windows have gone

were you always watching me
write the words
sing the songs
sob the tears

or do you appear
only when we’re alone
in the quite night

where do you go
when the smiles
raised by familial girls
quench the sombre days

or when sons ask for help
and worthiness
casts a net
to draw in close

hello
man in the screen
now have they gone

©2009 Hey Hey

are you ...

… sure of this
as the day turns into night
and your vision loses light
that this is …

… all there is
when one hand touches air
and the other touches …
… where …

… are you
in the molecular maze
of continuous days
as true …

… is to
here, and lies
are to
endless skies

are you sure of this …
… where nothing really is
could hands in time be true …
… and is this really you

©2009 Hey Hey

friends

only friends can hate this way
scars from making love, will stay
like marks that stretch with child
those nights, so mean and wild

forever, a process more than time
resembling comradeship in crime
seeing the worst there is in all
no rise before the fall

the black in words oft said
no kisses fore the bed
and warmth from just one touch
could quench the fire so much

then, a turn to catch those eyes
says all, friends have no surprise

©2009 Hey Hey

sun

passed that long day
when leaves darken
and corn lightens
lovely moons appear
but the sun will soon be gone

head for the glass house
where the clouds are warm
and the view is clear

but without you
umber skin will fade
when there is no star
no centre stage

©2009 Hey Hey

this

so, this is the world
where needles sting and stay
as sunshine falls while buskers play
to discover afresh the new tears
when old stars die, leaving fears
of change
but the order will rearrange

so, this is humankind
the dominant, the cerebral
imagining that this is not so terrible
where love has only one lifetime
passing more than its ordained prime
still, though the words are gone
the music might linger on

so, this is immortality
without concern for precedent woes
such matters hindering said repose
yet, the player’s tunes
and the fortuitous moons
are reminiscent of that gentle touch
when humans had so much

©2009 Hey Hey

so real

this drug is the mind
as high as you will
and far as can be
for oft should play here
where all is so real

chemtrails to imbibe
changing these insights
of you, perchance could
don’t go there, is not
so real as might seem

then from a milieu
the purest abstraction
such worthy contender is
surely the signature
from all that is real

yet, edges thus straight
from a distance, not eyes
of the mind, where
fractures the geometry
of real, not so real

©2009 Hey Hey

so as a pyre

another morning gift of fire
would only catch the roof, so as a pyre
and ceremoniously take aloft the ash
of brazen haven homes, of cash
for that is all in eyes of plunder
a stamping ground, not wonder
and as the open view is gone forever
there is no sign of man so clever
who has left the land this fate
but its anger will not dissipate
the red blood rising halts for none
nature and her sun, they know the one
another morning gift of fire
did catch the roof, so as a pyre

©2009 Hey Hey

steps (song)

two steps to go
and back to know
the freeway days of couldn’t see
what was becoming then of me

counting each
as it would reach
the time to take such care of you
understanding less, yet knew

but the sun so fresh, again she came
to make each sigh or laugh the same
a past of losing
slowly cruising
through
the blue
not caring for the memory
not wanting familiarity
to be
so free

counting each
as it would reach
the time to take such care of you
understanding less, yet always knew

©2009 Hey Hey

tchnealtihoaiatswstryatveotnbtcbrwkocfteoo

this condensate has no end
and, like ice holding on
as it approaches the sun
will succumb
to recycling
yet, at the very end
or the next beginning
there could be respite
who knows
or cares for
the event or outcome

©2009 Hey Hey

imagination's light

when darkness takes the security
a void of thought retains its purity
and the demons of forever night
are hindered by imagination’s light

so, in the space of timelessness
perhaps the very consciousness
creativity can preclude all fear
as though reality might truly appear

then take such precious opportunity
that could be no more than fortuity
to escape the mortal and molecular
becoming life spectacular

be thus a dedicated student of introspect
for darkness is here, but not so perfect

©2009 Hey Hey

we know

though this is spring
a sinister wind has put the day to bed
maybe these times of understanding
nothing will end as the night passes

could the dreams of yesterdays
help to ease the transportation
into vacant perpetuity
or will eternity dilute
the memories of the kisses, the sighs

where might we travel
what is the purpose of any journey
a sojourn yes, but why
this is still here as we return
and that is the only destination

so, can the summer ever appear
or would a better alternative be
that these dreams will such continuum
as to never suffer the reality of tomorrow

and we know what the day will bring

©2009 Hey Hey

hiding

as your eyes close, death is in me
with the escape of fleeting awareness
leaving sadness here, to press
another soul, and bear
the brief sense of pain, of life

this death will, and should
tell of hunger, thirst, isolation
for, amongst corpses, is the stuff
of you, and the time now to be
but more, to perceive

hiding in the darkness that is
or the brightness that was
is the fate of all who dare
yet the unborn have no idea, that
the passing makes it all worthwhile

©2009 Hey Hey

paintings

such paintings
of the blue sky
random with clouds
or the black with stars
are no trivial art
for elusive
as the image of
the very condensate
that life energizes
truth in all there was
there is, there will be
is the canvas
the paint
the artist

©2009 Hey Hey

aloof

‘tis never the time
to say nor do
for, ever is too long

and you, oh you
with this temporary spell
could tell an eternal tale
of smile and song

and while we rest
to listen
stars, they glisten and fade
‘til we are gone

our escapade
becomes none, yet
your story will persist
timeless, kissed by truth

and so aloof

©2009 Hey Hey

the journey

as the character of this affection
has mellowed
from that new viridian
in an early spring
to a sun-bleached meadow
where memories
of the transient fire
remain true
in countless sighs
and limitless dreams

then here, on the navigable road
not the distant source
nor the destination
but singularly
the force of travel
that is love
the journey, without vehicle
more notion than creation
still, there is this open hand
to hold

©2009 Hey Hey

enigmatic magic

magic is real, you know that
but beyond the window
they don’t always understand
how a simple look
can change the whole sky
that a mere thought
can transform a day
into a lifetime

this enigma, such life as yours
beyond a waking time
into dreams and imaginings
of so much more
where now is gone
and everything is everlasting
where none is this
yet you are all

©2009 Hey Hey

share blue away

as grace is wonder in this day
when sun and moon share blue away
then stars must take celestial high
keeping secrets, how and why
and if the world left few amiss
should soothe in dreamland with a kiss

fortuitous is the time we spend
in make-believe, shall not forefend
the way it is, and while seconds
come and go, amends
shall last forever
fading non or never

to you, o’ darling child, sleep sound
for i will always be around

©2009 Hey Hey

beloved Katie Rayne

no reason

i kept those words as you closed the door
the thoughts pressing hard against
whatever constrains them
for some reason
but for no good reason

but this time they remained
and as the minutes passed they filled the air
they were in my head, in the room
in the dark
and then in dreams

i kept those words as you opened the door
easily concealed within
whatever conceals them
now there was no reason
to tell you i miss you

©2009 Hey Hey

where can we begin

travelling in the widest open places
that imaginings allow, where faces
rush for recognition, then they are gone
again, everyone

a fusion of day and dreams
within the grey, it seems
is insufficient to explain
or retain

so what of this constrained mentality
perhaps merely a higher order hospitality
with sense transcending its owner’s domain
yet, this is where we remain

looking outwards, looking in
with all of that history, where can we begin

©2009 Hey Hey

hearts of our youth

this chair in the coffee bar is so cold
next to the window it always avoids the old
who sip short lives away
perhaps spending their final day

scrutinizing through the glass, made opaque
by dirt, that disconnects this wake
from the world in a frame
passing by with no name

yet a child stops, exhaling plumes of breath
contrasting vitality with this cafe death
looks, through unfocused eyes
into the heaving void beyond, and cries

stay free, in the joy of unbounded infancy
avoid the craving for caffeinated necromancy
where is your mother’s hand
to guide you, help you understand

a cold wind of the past
enters with an opening door, at last
food for miserable decaying souls
of limited but well conceived goals

this chair in the coffee bar is so cold
chilled by the vampires that are the old
no-one will acknowledge the truth
we are but the digested hearts of our youth

©2009 Hey Hey

captivating

and i watched you so closely
in your faraway mind
with delicate hands
absent in time
making good the day
with rose petal fragranced solace
on moonlit skin

one touch adding tenderness
another an alabaster glow
but then the sweetest eyes
looking inwards
on the charms of a passing day
hence said your smile
of captivating love

©2009 Hey Hey

reconcile

maybe everything is beyond the final star
another place or a new time, but so far
and if the hand of causation
scattered existence there, could imagination
recognize the gift with curiosity
comprehend such generosity

moreover, if reason should be found within
at the point where zero might begin
the ultimate, assembled with answers
released in melodious strings and dances
and songs telling moments in space
where each instant knows its place

perhaps then, to reconcile the obvious with the enigmatic
ought be faith in the infinite as axiomatic

©2009 Hey Hey

re-emerging

as vast as the death after life might be
it pales with the depths of uncertainty
of where the beginning was
and which end we speed towards
of how the sentience evolved
in ether, where all revolved

a convenient duality merely describes
the impenetrable reality that nature prescribes
illuminating scriptures of hypothetical chains
that imprison passing time ‘til singularity remains
from where creation might ever escape
to recycle the universal landscape

thus, thoughts now lost in supra-organic mystery
still could re-emerge with celestial history

©2009 Hey Hey