Sunday, 2 March 2014

Paradigm Slide

Good morning Mister Magpie. Good morrow little Moon.

I’ll be off on a boat to sleep. 

To see the world in a thousand turns in one not so huge a leap.

One brain twain two worlds

Oceans divide

It’s not too queer a thought this mechanical ride.

Language leaps but synapses sleep

and nothing can be formulated in to sentences of deep.

But what one means is so obvious 

but what one tells is not so obvious.

The barrier can be a thin sheet

Parting two realms

And when it snows it shines

Thus the conflation melts.