One packed toothpaste and a sewing kit
for essential sutures.
“Space-time, its nature is undeniable,”
(in lieu of a goodbye) and that one headed off
towards tomorrow’s sunrise.
The one indoors was waving from a window.
“Everything may be cleaved in two,
so it is with digital computation.”
Within the walls, an otherness was echoed
by the orchid petals, white on white,
known only by their shadows.
That one opened “Universal Clay”
(a guide to its poetic durability)
soon there’ll be
no-one to write to
then you will claim you are misunderstood.
The one outside felt the nervous tingling
of an electric absence, something never given,
or long since taken away.
That one turned a concrete corner,
and came upon a grevillea
looping in the surreptitious moonlight.
“The shape of missingness is indeterminate;
what you didn’t have, you cannot know.”
Although their connectivity was broken,
in a certain moment, they chatted
“Is it that everything is not,
or is everything something else
“The universe, I’ve read, is a divergent sum
of irredeemable repetitions.”
*quote from “Self-analysis,” Michael Dransfield (Collected Poems, University of Queensland Press, 1987)
world at sunset made with VEE, the visual evolution engine.