Stone
Winter, wonder, weltanschauung.
How can wonder what you are?
Creepy, sleepy, scary place
or person, thing, or something else,
following me,
but it can't be
if I follow you instead.
I see you through my prism-glasses,
as each day and month-year passes,
yet you remain
in my view
I see you.
Why won't you bid
my toodeloo?
Because I will not have it,
have it;
I have it.
I have the power
you have over me
held in my hands
as an absolute
power
over you.
Why won't I bid you adieu?
Force of habit,
habit over mind,
but mind must be over habit.
Will I never mind.
Never mind you,
that is the mind I
never have,
but I always have the mind
to change.
Change my mind.
Why not change my own mind.
Habit,
change my habit
habitat
habituated to
this thinky tableau.
But this power,
it's not you.
It's all my own,
mine to change,
change the thought/speech/action
totality,
integrated consistently
and comprehensively
along the t-axis
to eternity.
From here to eternity. That is the timescape
that I scrape
with feeling
unfeeling
compassion
dispassionate
passion
passing to action
to habit
to destiny
and legacy
as the leftovers
overflow
to the crow(d)
of those left
o(ver)
and those
still to go.
So
what am I doing
still writing this row?
I don't honestly know.
Ah, but I do.
Such serve only to hide ones corruption,
and impunction
inopportune moment
as the moments pass
into passing
life passes
unlived
passed the passes of
no return.
Still to turn,
yet to turn all over
like the soil
beneath my wings, yet budding
in my heat, still thudding
thud
thud
as eternity passes.
Eternity minus me equals ?
E
asy
is what they say,
but they're not me.
What do I say
about the day
(today?)
that I walk
in my sleep
not to keep
(or to keep?)
the steps
stepped in
path well worn,
where are my footprints?
Sheep are shorn;
still alive?
In this world,
but in that street?
At the gate, or by the keep?
Buy the Way,
is that today?
Yes.
Step
step
step to my beat.
Hope to beat you
there
too.
See ya...
or we'll see.
Ⓐ Gabriel Koulikov
How can wonder what you are?
Creepy, sleepy, scary place
or person, thing, or something else,
following me,
but it can't be
if I follow you instead.
I see you through my prism-glasses,
as each day and month-year passes,
yet you remain
in my view
I see you.
Why won't you bid
my toodeloo?
Because I will not have it,
have it;
I have it.
I have the power
you have over me
held in my hands
as an absolute
power
over you.
Why won't I bid you adieu?
Force of habit,
habit over mind,
but mind must be over habit.
Will I never mind.
Never mind you,
that is the mind I
never have,
but I always have the mind
to change.
Change my mind.
Why not change my own mind.
Habit,
change my habit
habitat
habituated to
this thinky tableau.
But this power,
it's not you.
It's all my own,
mine to change,
change the thought/speech/action
totality,
integrated consistently
and comprehensively
along the t-axis
to eternity.
From here to eternity. That is the timescape
that I scrape
with feeling
unfeeling
compassion
dispassionate
passion
passing to action
to habit
to destiny
and legacy
as the leftovers
overflow
to the crow(d)
of those left
o(ver)
and those
still to go.
So
what am I doing
still writing this row?
I don't honestly know.
Ah, but I do.
Such serve only to hide ones corruption,
and impunction
inopportune moment
as the moments pass
into passing
life passes
unlived
passed the passes of
no return.
Still to turn,
yet to turn all over
like the soil
beneath my wings, yet budding
in my heat, still thudding
thud
thud
as eternity passes.
Eternity minus me equals ?
E
asy
is what they say,
but they're not me.
What do I say
about the day
(today?)
that I walk
in my sleep
not to keep
(or to keep?)
the steps
stepped in
path well worn,
where are my footprints?
Sheep are shorn;
still alive?
In this world,
but in that street?
At the gate, or by the keep?
Buy the Way,
is that today?
Yes.
Step
step
step to my beat.
Hope to beat you
there
too.
See ya...
or we'll see.
Ⓐ Gabriel Koulikov