By the time that you hear me,
I spoke in your past.
When I hear your reply,
You in mine.
Seven miles below
The nighttime land glides by
Splashed and spangled with lights
Gold and silver
THE BEST OF TIME
Bathed in dust-spangled ceremonial laser light
False stasis of ping-pong ball
On fairground fountain
A Children's Tale
Once upon a time
There was a little boy called Happy Sam
We walk as if on weakening ice
Above a great darkness.
Dancing is - difficult
When the ice is thin.
We are geneslaves,
Our flicker of life just a way station
Between parent and child.
When we’re done breeding they give us the toss
This has nothing whatever to do with cooperation!
Millions start! Only one can finish!
The winner lives again! The rest die!
Bishop Berkeley had it backwards
When he talked of treefall.
The quantum world needs privacy