Meeting down by the quay

A defective quantum steam engine cannot dissolve water currents. Two-sided satellites make poisonous wires dance in the Autumn moonlight. Movers in love with dopamine’s evil nerve graphite never shed tears when parting.

 

Meeting down by the quay,

Sea of Sabotage,

most influential global grin genre

lighting up the sky,

with the soft lullabies

of weeping Wendigo eyes.

 

Ominous neuro-graffiti, enraptured with a Dopamine Harvester, like a hoax of an iridescent jet fuel, can’t melt sea punk beams. Near yesterday’s forgotten calliopes, bipedal satellites grow toxic umbilical melodies, preconceived entropy buds flower on crisp, frozen gaze

 

Asemic Notes for Insomnia & Alien Dreams

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,

As I foretold you, were all spirits, and

Are melted into air, into thin air;

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,

The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,(170)

The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff

As dreams are made on, and our little life(175)

Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vexed.

Bear with my weakness. My brain is troubled.

Be not disturbed with my infirmity.

If you be pleased, retire into my cell

And there repose. A turn or two I’ll walk(180)

To still my beating mind. The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 164–181 (1610–1611) William Shakespeare

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Asemic Snapshot 113

That summer in Sicily, brought us tales of the Jazz Age. As can be seen in this shot, it represents a semi-spiritual tree for us when the light is free. There – off to the lower corner -You can barely see Uncle Waldorf with his little dog sitting at the café – he laughs as the little dog wags its tail at the young lady at the next table – what a rascal that Uncle Waldorf was. Memories, watermelons, and regret. Oh look ! The dog is chasing that foolish old lady with the feathered hat. What kind of attitude did he have? As a heart, magnetic psychic clairvoyance on the scent – such good times. Look! There he goes again! Hold the snapshot a bit higher, the composition captures the change in the weather, lemons into oranges, don’t you think?