Scales

Devices

Abstract cloud
filters the sun as it beats down
but our light shines from another place:
a pixellated heaven, this handheld universe.

Sunlight, failing,
leaves us to our own devices,
hunched depressives on walls and benches,
eyes on an invention.

Time is dying where we sit;
the material world echoes
like background noise.

© BH, 2025

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It's a matter of focus, like Heisenberg's Principle of Uncertainty. The more you look one way the less you can see anywhere else.

Of course, Warner was talking at the atomic level, but it applies as much to human attention. We immerse ourselves in what seems to be everything and find that we're lost in a small part of very little.

Reality is bigger than that. And we're too engrossed to notice.

Obeisance

In Go(L)d We Trust

its day

Anticipatory

“But pleasures are

like poppies spread,

you seize the bloom,

the flower is spread…”

          Burns, 1790

We travel hopefully…

…till the going
and the arriving run together
like contradictory trains
or the random flow of rivers…

…so much is in the journey
that the end of it is only
an empty terminus…

…arrival is a figment.

© BH, 2025

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A writing prompt (the title); ten minutes to write what it prompted.

The Burns epigraph just inserted itself…

I've been trying to grasp the meaning ever since. Like Burns's bloom it's elusive, ephemeral. Like the poem, the meaning might lie in the process not the completion.

What we get is what we get…

Cruinin awa like Tam Elyot

this machine kills (fascists) #3

this machine kills (fascists) #2

this machine kills (fascists) #1

Sideways on a journey - 3

Sideways on a journey - 2

Sideways on a journey - 1

Realm of time and reason

clock-leddy clock-leddy

ettercop ettercop

Exclusionary

white as if purity

Ching

from May

Born on the 26th of Prairial

Vergissmeinnicht