lift off the ground
it’s like a symphony of
wind in my ears rooster crow dog bard
airplane drone n groan
n then it’s on repeat
but with sort of little delays
crow trillin up at the end opera style
bark bark bark
droning plane and wind sort of
droning together behind the skylids
glowin sound like my fingers glowin
glowin against the paper pages
blowin in the wind
like a bunch of icons
collection of medieval saints on the paper pages
the rocks kind of glow too i’m pickin apart
the colors like rock candy
— crow crow spiral —
it’s all covered in lichens are old mosses
but it’s like its own little landscape of
vivid colors like red green brown YELLOW GREEN
shadow and highlight
like when you’re a kid and you stare at
a rock or a toy and write stories on
miniature landscapes with your mind
— it’s like that
except the colors are moving —
vibrating —
playin violins —
there is so much music in the rocks
this tiny patch the size of my hand or
these big landscapes all around me
they’re all kind of the same
crow rooster crow
blow wind blow
come in plane, start your cycle over
but this time i vibrate with the airplane
i feel it on my teeth like you feel right
before takeoff
you know that sound you get when you
hold the conch shell in grandma’s bathroom
up to your ear
it’s like that you feel so there with it and
you feel oceans grounded in the bathroom
it’s kinda like a whole little circle you know
you got airplane, then rooster crow,
wind blow again
i guess it’s the whole answer’s blowin in the wind thing
and a new element? the trillin of the birds
sort of echoey
echoey like the light
the light — on the clouds stacked like pancake pillows
the flatter layers on top, center swirls
and the light rays playin gold on azure and
baby blue like piano keys — woah
and you can sort of see the sound playin
with the undulating sound of color
and the notes spiraling like notes out
from alternating blues
if i hold up my hand to the sky i can almost play the keys
except it’s like a lucid dream i don’t quite control
i’m cold wind sound
a cacophony
everything like a painting where you can
taste the different colors
you know didn’t they used to taste the paints?
yeah no cause if you’re blind and you paint
you can taste the different shades of paint
or maybe it’s the texture?
it’s one of those things where you get so
attuned to the delicate variations of shade
yeah i don’t remember if it was tasting or touching but
it’s kind of the same
i wonder what happens if i go upside down
woah
the vulture swooped right as i turned over and
flipped the sky over with his wings and now it’s the floor
and the trees become the sky all domed
and those tall trees
turning kind of into rafters — no — what do you call those
posts
pillars
table leg roots that hold everythin up
i can see the music if i close my eyes
music of the rooster and wind
not like sound wave frequency but i see
it in the frequency of the pulses in color
this is red
clouds kinda look like bones
like hip bones like, you know,
grateful dead with the roses comin out
but more like disco 70s with all the
kinda convergence, everythin overlappin so much
woah i think i need to open my eyes
but now that my eyes are openin i can
see butterflies everywhere now
because eyes closed was like the revolutions
insects slowly rotatin in geometric shapes
and forming discrete parts of the body
while rotating 3D in a 2D shape
in color
and opening lids gives birth to butterflies
sort of simplified but folding out
of the rocks in swarms
and the sky and not converging toward
me but if they did — oh my god
out of all the moss and all the rocks
everywhere is butterflies
i wonder if they eat dead things
i feel like all my joints are disconnected
like a skeleton
i’m in pieces
my arm’s in the rock my hand waves
and folds into the sky and i feel the
sinew, muscles skin evaporating
until it’s just loosely associated bones
and then loose from the fragmented body
thoughts never felt so clear so honest
they feel like a good speed
they feel like i’m rapping
almost cause there’s a sort of beat
to everything i’m saying
foot tapping on the rock
pulsing bringing unity to every disjointed feeling
bringing meaning and direction to the words
i really like this, this rock formation makes
a good 90 degree angle
and inside all the folding geometric turns
of this cobweb
it’s like an excess of surface
just like
everything
everything’s got an excess of surface
maybe it’s from the cobwebs but i can kinda
see honeycombs now
that shape
what’s it called? hexagon
yeah i can see bees gettin born
like they’re movin, dancin super slow
through hexagon shapes
i see shapes but only with my eyes closed
it’s like the birth of the butterflies before
but more vivid
communion of slow natural shaped movement with
unity unity of shape not manmade though
it’s all sixes
hexagons
all insects
it’s got six legs
six sides
everything’s got sixes six parts
i think we’ve got six parts too
two legs and a body
i feel 1 2 3
it looks like wheels now
i just opened my eyes
it’s more like pitchforks, half wheel
the wheel got broken in half just like how all
the days feel now you know
cycle broken
it’s in everything you know
like those tree branches goin up off into wheels
and it’s feelin like i’m writin poetry on the sky cause
i don’t wanna look at the paper
i wanna look at the sky
but the sky becomes the paper
now the clouds are painting
now the trees dotting the skyline are
swirling into the sky
you know those things where it’s like a snake spiral
golden ratio
everything’s kind of in us
i feel like i’m kinda movin
dog bark rooster crow
groundin me in the beat
they sort of come and make their way
into planes you’re on
you can sort of see the parts of the planes breakin apart
shattering a little like fractals
like the nautilus shell broke
but with less violence
and color seepin in the cracks
hah hah i can kind of see my hands
movin after my hands are movin
just now i gestured toward all those
pieces in the sky
where it’s breakin up into machine pieces
but my hand is so starkly organic
and the ring is so metalic in the light
it’s like in the movies where you can see
the glowin contrail of movement
delayed
overlappin movements
minutes — time? — after you make the movement
(my handwriting i feel like i’m seein it really
for the first time usually it’s just
copies of what i emulate the most
beautiful, academic fonts but this —
this balance of line and flow —
this is me)
spirals are crazy, everythin movin
like gears
goin in circles kinda like we are
in society n shit
it’s like the organs of some mechanical monster
all rotating perfectly geometrically like
kaleidoscope
i’m just kinda watchin the sky it’s now like
everything’s blue but it’s FULL
like a fractal
fractal?
fractured
the smoothness undulated in different
hues then broke apart
not like glass like gears
THIS! when i put my hand to the sky
the stark organicness and the
yellow pink skin on blue it’s like
art deco
this feels like an art deco piece
i’m just i’m wavin my hand right? but
the sky it’s one color
but i can see the gears in the sky
and i can see the guts of the sky
except it’s more like mechanics
machine guts of the sky is that futurism? like when i dream
and it undulates
but i feel like life is that
life is blue
all of that is blue
i mean there’s darker blue and lighter blue
all tangled up — but organized geometric
but like with my hand kinda goin through
it’s it’s the hand (john galt) like
PEOPLE like i dunno the sky is
a really mechanical thing
like there’s so much IN there
like — you know the thing?
with the turn tables, the horn kinda thing
oldstyle speakers? lookin like bell flowers
i see them mixed up in there too
but with my hand — what i’m tryin to say is
nature is like
really really tangled
it looks just like it’s one color
but it’s really really tangled
and i can kinda see it holdin on itself
it’s kinda like a bug
sorta like i was sayin earlier
it’s like one of those bugs that;s got six parts
but i guess a much bigger one
with the mechanics holdin its parts together
but what i’m sayin is
the nature
it’s so much more convoluted
and i can see this kinda spider thing
lookin down at me now
it’s got six sides
and the nature is so much more
mechanical
and the people are smooth against the mechanics
i feel like i’m eatin the bug
the bug in the sky
its undulating insides are contained
by its shape but its shape wants
me to be part of the undulations
it wants to undulate inside my shape
it’s kind of scary
i can see how this could start to go south real fast
it’s comin toward me when before it
was existin undulatin independently
but now i can feel myself kinda breathin
it but the breathin pattern is more mechanical
more of a choice
it’s all comin toward me like a roller coaster
comin down the tracks right
into my mouth
hard to breathe — frightened — done
and now its eyes
but not like people eyes not like real eyes
it’s like dr seuss eyes — more with the colors ideas
less with the unpleasant details
i see a lot of faces and everything is breathing
and everything is more and more
and simplified?
you can see things in three pixels and six
and a hundred — you know like in pictures?
i don’t know how to say but it’s like cells
splittin and replicatin but goin
backwards until you just see
a couple cells all big n up close
n then i look up n it’s regular
thousands of split pieces makin up the frame
regular
regular?
things sort of condense when i rest my eyes on them
AH the sky is spiraling
(you know when you start a sentence on
zoom and can’t finish? i feel like that
thoughts movin too fast)
restin my eyes on that city — tree — hillscape
n the ROADS are startin to twist
sort of reform their own thing
you can’t see the roads?
the roads are like the highlights, the light
colored lichens, bare ground and water
reflectin sky
bare light-colored parts of san jose
everythin is breakin apart like that like
with that breeze right there
you can separate the cold and make it
not part of yourself
and that’s kinda like life ya know?
that’s kinda how it is you’re just like
‘oh, that’s cold, it’s cold
but that’s not me’ you know?
n that’s how it is with the roads
goin through everythin they’re just
SEPARATE like a spirit world crossover
n THIS is what i’m feelin
it’s like nausea but i feel like you don’t
come down to somethin bad
like you feel like uncomfortable but it’s
okay to feel discomfort
n so every day why can’t you just settle into that discomfort
you just gotta embrace it
like the cold right now it’s just kinda like
menthol it’s not COLD or ME cold anyway
it’s like different planes now by the sky
like you know how if you rest your fingers
on the guitar for a rest stroke
you’ve got i m a on the first string
and p your thumb on first string too
goin in a kinda triangle thumb in front?
that’s what the hill city sky are like right now
planes convergin
i wonder what they’re playin
WOAH the more you look the more you
start to see the paintin
it looks like
like that one painter, what’s his name?
hieronymus bosch
hieronymus bosch
hieronymus bosch but it’s
beautiful moon-neon-sign-lit floatin into each other
hieronymus bosch
with the colors and with —
everythin is spiralin
everythin’s kind of swimmin into
each other holy shit
it’s like fairy land without houses trees sort of
but almost sketched in simplicity but
at the same time feels like puttin on
glasses all in sharp relief
against a glowin landscape
it’s seriously like a snowglobe of perfect
captured serenity
scene at bottom of the sea
beach house on the islands
mushroom ring fairy dance
and all around this paintin glowin blue-green light
and i feel the trees movin
tree — everythin is movin everythin is
everything started out (when i rested my eyes here) like a picture
but when i rest my eyes on it look at it
i wonder how this works like physiologically
that everything starts movin cause
i thought i thought those were roads and i
thought these were patterns and now
it looks like a reflection it looks like a paintin
and the birds and the birds in the background
they’re sort of repeatin
over n over n over n over
and it looks like (i’m out of breath)
it looks like i’m lookin in
it’s all wavin! it’s wavin like it’s a mirage
like i’m lookin in the water
like i;m lookin in the water n seein all this
reflected back
but it’s more reflected back than that
(i can’t speak) i feel like
i feel like it’s in that move where everything’s under water
WOW — the air
holy shit
so i’m lookin at the detail
and the air it’s comin up from the detail
and the air
the air is like an hourglass
the air is breathin and i see waces
radio waves sound waves i don’t know
but they echo across the sky in
resonant blue
oh what i was seein in the sky earlier
it was a bunch of mechanical parts
and there’s this this one bug
with six legs
but it’s mechanical and everythin’s mechanical
but that that from the sky is meetin
the complexity of the earth
and that — the complexity of the earth
everythin is more broken up
everythin is —
nothin is manmade
nothin is made like that
i want to listen to music
i want to listen to music
i can feel my blood inside of me
it’s like tingling
it’s like the limbs gettin so separate
like the sky piecin apart
like two parts of my mind one goin down
one goin up
and i’m goin up — i want to close my eyes
close your eyes
i need to hear the music and find the beat
i’ve been speakin too much
i need to find
the unity
