The Metaphysics of Fame
The information
comes from the stones
bits are born in
bumps. Impact is creation.
I come into existence
with a cry and quickly fade,
muffled in smoothness.
In the globe
faces are like a vague
curtain of mist
with shiny particles
of disruption. Only
the prominences are real.
The globe measures
reality by impact.
It's really an information
universe. I travel
an assembly distance, not space,
put together gas to solid,
confusion to crystal.
In the globe,
I vanish with silence.
My particles wash away.
Copyright © Don Schaeffer | Year Posted 2013
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