I was listening to Boards of Canada’s “Reach For The Dead” at work and out of the blue, lyrics. Words forming that wouldn’t quiet down or pass until I had written them down. Ok, poem. I hear you. today I was plucked out of the oppression of time and placed into the void vacuum of space…
Tag: void
space to pause
catch my breath and look out into the void and i forget where i am for a second but it’s the kind of flash that happens in an instant in a lifetime staring back into nothing blink of an eye opening to the world in the seat of the unknown in liminal space and liminal…
The Dynamics of Groove 