Math Song

Sometimes I wonder if while I'm thinking in 4/4 you're in 6/8
After the orgasms when our hands still meet
and pulses mingle in time
i feel the moment in 3/4
Waltzing to the simplicity
wondering if you're feeling it in cut time
as our pulses
decrescendo

Mt Ellinor, Olympic Mountains, WA. Baby Mountain Goats! No zoom I am actually this close!

Poem of the day

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Octavio Paz

You spread out beneath my eyes,
a land of dunes--ocher, bright.
The wind in search of water stopped,
a land of heartbeats and fountains.
Vast as the night you fit
in the hollow of my hand.

Later, the motionless hurling down,
within and without ourselves.
With my eyes I ate darkness,
drank the water of time. I drank night.
Then I touched the body of a music
heard with the tips of my fingers.

Dark boats, together,
moored in the shadows,
our bodies reclined.
Our souls, unlashed,
lamps afloat
in the water of night.

In the end you opened your eyes.
You saw yourself seen by my eyes,
and from my eyes you saw yourself:
falling like a fruit on the grass,
like a stone in the pond,
you fell into yourself.

A tide rose within me,
like a weightless fist I beat
at the door of your lids:
my death wanted to meet you,
my death wanted to meet itself.
I was buried in your eyes.
* * *
Our bodies flow through the plains
of night: they are time wearing itself out,
a presence that dissolves in a caress;
yet they are infinite, to touch them
is to bathe in rivers of heartbeats
and return to the perpetual beginning anew.

Eastern Washington

There is something reassuring
to see
tumbleweeds stuck in wire fences

sagebrush carpet,
pushed upwards by the earth
giving itself a massage

wind pushing turbines in a
liked and sunny land
grass tufts on basalt