The harder i stared at that picture,
deeply into the reds and the browns,
and all the different background textures;
the more that i listened deeply
into the mesmerizing lilting echoes
of the nightbirds' endless songs;
the practiced deliberation in my breath,
lowers the center of gravity--
aligns every point of energy.
time slows.
is there nothing worth much more?
why spend my moments wisely
when i could waste them in the meantime;
creating new types of shapes and machines.
imagining brand new colors
and within this span, expand.
