Pattern Recognition

“She knows, now, absolutely, hearing the white noise that is London, that Damien's theory of jet lag is correct: that her mortal soul is leagues behind her, being reeled in on some ghostly umbilical down the vanished wake of the plane that brought her here, hundreds of thousands of feet above the Atlantic. Souls can't move that quickly, and are left behind, and must be awaited, upon arrival, like lost luggage.” - William Gibson from his novel “Pattern Recognition”

“I don’t believe in anything, that I can’t break.” - Shirley Manson

“Art is a lie to make us realize the truth.” - Pablo Picasso


There are no absolutes. Including this one.
Sitting soulless
Waiting for the plane of existence
To land
Without God: a lost feeling
With sub-atomics spinning destiny
A wavicle is probably true
And false

Losing reality
Sensing time’s elusive touch
In spaces of nothingness
Everything is born
With God: a found thinking
First thought creates
Gravity discovers
Tells the world a story

Taking time
Losing time
Killing time
Finding time
Wasting time
Making time
Spending time
Timing time

This illusion waits in space
Past, present, future
Eternal reflection
Of now
Constant companion
Of thought
Never without, always within
God begins

Emotional ideal is bent
Curving absent minded
From the beginning
To the end
Everything is imagined
Everything is seen
Everything happens
At once

God is blind
We see God’s face
God is deaf
We hear God’s cry
God is wounded
We heal God’s hurt
God is lonely
We come back

Feel it all
Dream the impossible
Know nothing
Believe what you can
Be awake
Question everything
See truth
Light the sky tonight