Monday, March 09, 2009

poem Feasibility of Adaptive Arrays


Trained to receive, every fiber of me, every facet of you.

Unimpeded, one path, one singular path, through crowded sensations.

Recognizing our kind.

Now turning away.

Trying to receive, every moment of time, every flicker of thought and soft emanation.

Unobstructed, then blocked, then scattered through layers, accidental relations.

Recollecting our mind.

Now turning away.
True to my thoughts, we're moving in tandem.

Unawares, we're speaking the language of light.

Reconstructing our world through massive obstruction.

Now moving closer, now turning away.