Diamond Dust

A jar of marbles. It's walls crystal clear, and I am inside. The blinded spectator from within. Out of my depth on the ground of an over-coloured kaleidoscope world. The marbles shine and sparkle when they dance their pas de deux with the broken rays of sun. Round and round around me. Round and round until my head spins and my balance breaks under the chromatic weight. Only a fool would wish to be colourblind. Only an idiot would wish to be remembered. Only the clueless would wish to hide under solid water. Today, I am as foolish, idiotic and clueless as a rationalist can be. At the very least I am pretending.

I am the sun's accomplice but to the marbles, I am a traitor. White is all my eyes can take when the sun gets involved. An artic landscape with cracks in the ice is my castle in the frozen air. Colours, I deal with in darkness.

And so I climb out of my jar of marbles, unnoticed - a human foot doesn't leave prints on glass. And I turn my back on the colour scheme to follow the compass needle northwards to trade the glass crystals for their icy paragon. Look out for my foot prints in the snow before the blizzard comes to carry me off.

Ice crystals are a small crystalline form of ice including hexagonal columns, hexagonal places, dendritic crystals and diamond dust.

Nomen Nescio

Nameless for a day, and waves in a puddle of rain.

They bluster in silence. They break and they foam

when they hit the shore of dusk.

They roar and they bark

louder than the ocean's thunder and storm.

They sputter and spray into a salty mess

unnoticed in the glamour and gloom of a starless sky.

And I may say nothing, and my shadow may rest in the absence of light.

I won't move when they call my name

unknown in the glamour and gloom of a nameless night.

I won't blink when the wind hits my eye.

I won't breath.

And I may say nothing, and my shadow may rest.

For those who are nameless for a day and a night may bathe in a puddle of rain

while their shadows move, blink and breath

unseen in the absence of light.

Nameless for the length of a dream and a thunder storm.

"A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves" ~ Marcel Proust

Merry-go-round

Round and round and round it goes. Moons revolve around their planet, planets revolve around their star, and stars revolve around their galaxial centre. And me, I revolve around a million galaxial and non-galaxial objects but I rotate simply and solely around myself. Each solar day on earth and consequently 86,400 seconds per day I rotate and spin around myself. By natural law, a three-dimensional object rotates always around an imaginary line, the rotation axis. I am three-dimensional - at least more often than not - and my imaginary rotation axis is me - consisting of my attention, awareness, consciousness, reason and emotions. I might gain angular momentum from my environment but when I spin, I spin around myself - for better or for worse. I have one self-awareness to be aware with, I have got two feet to fill my own shoes, and when everything around me descends into chaos and disappears, I have no choice but to remain at my side. When the going gets tough, I can turn my back on everything and everyone but myself. 86,400 seconds a day, I keep my own company and even when I sink into the sweet oblivion of sleep, it is my own consciousness that is reduced or absent. It is not yours, it is not theirs. So, whether I want to or not, whether I like it or not, I rotate around myself. And when I finally manage to revolve around you and them, I will have rotated around me many times over. The rotation of the earth takes approximately 24 hours, 3 minutes and 59 seconds. It's revolution around the sun takes 365 and 1/4 days.