10/1/2006, 1:12 AM

webs are built of dreams realised

the dynamics (the smoothness) of a transformation – the ability to shift from solid to liquid to gas – from physical to metaphysical – from factual to hypothetical – from scientific to spiritual – no duration of time is correct all duration is the time it takes to change is the time it takes to fall asleep and dream waking just is and has always been awake and aware of position in time and space, walking through portals along a water’s edge, every tree passed is a passage to separate time; every stone, every piece of driftwood, every person is a journey to a different position in an equal oblivion – from so many stances colours and directions change but the web of space remains (under constant deconstruction, construction, repair) true to who i am for i am a part of it (under constant deconstruction, construction, repair) - and as i play with these various positions and dynamics, visualising and dimensioneering along the water, from whichever apex of webbing i stand, i can sense her energy, i feel her warming me, a piece being attached to me, somewhat seeming a saviour, sort of a beacon though i say all this unsure for the feeling is exactly that – feeling – a sense of warmth i know is from her – if i am a tree then she is leaning against it, sitting, sketching in a book, if i am a rock then she is picking it up, saving it as a piece of land she was visiting that afternoon – she is just vaguely near me at this point in space, more appreciation than love, yet with the smoothness of transformation that is an integral part of the shifting of time the web can be further constructed – more connections to both of our spatial points – webs are built of dreams realised.