water as ice

--
within the repeating vibration
making up the space

we integrate with
an underlying pattern of random creation

keeps the whole thing interesting
on every frequency tuned to
--


--
on quiet contemplation of a flow
interrupted by temperature

the suspension of objective perception
overcomes the reflection

of our own application of icons
and sees the creek share a smile
--


dominated by subject the object
of vision is never certain whether

to step to the foreground
or fade into the back where

the required association gives enough information
to make an interpretation possible
--


--
sculpted by skillful hands
frozen fingers never feel the cold

but use it as tool to manufacture
brilliant aspects of imagination

nothing more than a temporary recreation
of an archetype where action is implied by pose
--


--
nothing ever stays in place long enough
to give back a reflection capable

of being perceived to discover
the actual is never

what it was or
what it's about to be
--


--
inside where the thought tries to conceive
its own chemical and electrical properties

as it makes a journey never visualized
through a universe impossible to actualize

there's a place where everything finally collides
to be no more than another passing thought
--