NaPoWriMo / NaPoREADMo — Day 3 — Cartography III

(apologies for the sound on this one. refrigerator compressor hum.) 
(no time for a second take....)
(think of it as an "environmental" recording.)
(me in my environment. the closed café, late at night.)




we play here 
in the fuzziest of maths 

our paths diverge from 
us even as we are 
on the verge of
pushing parallels 
until they converge 
at the horizon

no conflict of interest
our interests engulf us
and all the world around us

is there really a point
where one day becomes another?
a line demarcating one from the next?   
a border in time?
a break in the line?

there are no breaks 
only endings and beginnings
endlessly beginning

there is no border between
one moment and the next
a line in the sand perhaps
but this is just
a billion grains of silica 
marking the borders of a negative space
where the idea of a line lives

one grouping of grains marks where
one grouping of grains ends and
another begins? 

one ending begins and
one beginning ends?

until the sands shift again

         ~~~~~~

we play here in an endless sandbox
our rules engage us in the 
game of rules

the horizontal is always 
flat 
while our horizon forever rounds
a strangeness of circles 
embraced by sand 

these grains embrace us and
we forget 
our lines

this sand loves us and 
loves for us to forget

this silica wants to make 
blue glass marbles 
to circle about us