PinkOnBrown Webzine

The world has reconnected to the folks at BrownTown and we’ve much in mind to impart (and receive). Person(all)y, Portland portends positive posititions; pluralities prism-pulsing past presence <whatever that means>. Not to be misinterpreted as a pandeistic urge, though proclaiming free will is just as open to perversion. I wrote a silly little poem last night that shall serve as my re—turn to PoB.

.          Dripping eyes melting

.             Onto an empty canvas

.                White on white, this coagulated mess

. Stagnates and hardens

.    Crumbling statue returns to dust

.       Grains of ages past reflecting on

.          Ages present — and the hint of a shine

.             Fragments of a spark ignited in

.                       Nothing

. Welcome this infinite flow

.    Fractal in nature, naturally - and coupled

.       With Crystalline Abstractions

.          The future, the Now, the past

.             Cease to be in this acentric spiral

.          Of movement sublimated by limits

.       Derivative no longer -