Time and distance are between us now,
they form a bond to make things sure.
White Dot
Nothing is like anything else,
everything's the same,
our progress punctuated
by a series of coincidence
to form a logical chain.
Nothing is like everything else,
like anything you name.
Pomposity unpunctured,
we're approaching a velocity
of escape from our mortal frames.
So nothing is like anything else,
so everything's designed.
We're utterly dependent on
our self-deluding sense of what we've done
and what we'll do if we have time
with nothing else in mind.
A time to think is now at a premium.
You show bare inkling of a vital sign.
Though in the pink
in every outward appearance
inside it's white dot time.
Oh, nothing comes to mind.
So nothing comes to mind.
Does nothing come to mind
when you're finally mindful of nothing?
Black and White Televisions
In the old days when televisions were black and white rather than colour, when you turned them off, the picture collapsed into a white dot at the centre of the screen which slowly faded away. I remember as a child looking at the white dot and trying to see when it actually disappeared.
Ha! You remember those old
Ha!
You remember those old tvs? Yes...and amazing how this image has found its way into other peoples art. An amazing image to express so much,
Great comment,
Sue