{"id":734,"date":"2013-04-12T18:03:58","date_gmt":"2013-04-12T16:03:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/vdgg.art.pl\/portal\/?page_id=734"},"modified":"2013-05-03T01:45:19","modified_gmt":"2013-05-02T23:45:19","slug":"10-trisector","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/vdgg.art.pl\/portal\/teksty\/teksty-oryginalne\/teksty-vdgg\/10-trisector\/","title":{"rendered":"10. Trisector"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a>
\nInterference Patterns<\/strong><\/p>\n

All that we see illusory
\nevery assumption based on blind faith alone….
\nOn with the motley, bring it home!<\/p>\n

Everything’s formed from particles,
\nall that you see is a construction of waves.
\nHold onto both thoughts,
\nunder general relativity
\nthe cradle connected to the grave.<\/p>\n

Luminous Aether dissipates,
\nMichelson-Morley with a point to disprove,
\nMillikan oil drops
\nand the cargo-cult science evaporates,
\nimprobable physics on the move.<\/p>\n

Nearer and nearer,
\nit’s clear that in interference
\nwhat happens when matter shatters
\nis wantonly quantum and nature’s got
\nsome surprises in store right now.<\/p>\n

All that we are illusory,
\nevery observance based on physical law.
\nOnly a fool would think us
\nready to face with certainty
\nall that our future’s heading for.<\/p>\n

Nearer and nearer,
\nit’s clearer, we’re only here for an eye-blink,
\na psychic mind-trick.
\nThe proofs that we use
\nare at best projections
\nbut let’s hope they’ll see us through.<\/p>\n

The interference patterns help us to know
\nthe gap between a simple „yes” and a „no”,
\nthe heart-felt beat that gets us ready to go
\nand, as above, we’ll find out what is below
\nthe interference patterns.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

The Final Reel<\/strong><\/p>\n

Jack and Gillian, facing their decline,
\ntake to the dance floor for one final time.
\nWho’d deny them this last shot?
\nTaking a twirl, are they in the final reel – or not?<\/p>\n

Jack and Gillian, walking hand in hand,
\ndisappearing along the shining strand.
\nWho’d deny them this state of grace?
\nSo we find them with not a single hair out of place,
\npicture-perfect, matching pace for pace,
\nher head on his shoulder, his arm around her waist.
\nBut if you put them on the spot
\nwhat would they say?
\nAre they in the final reel or what?<\/p>\n

Sayonara, tschuss, adieu, farewell.
\nWill we meet again? No-one can tell,
\nnot the manner, not the time.
\nNo-one can hide, no-one leaves the final reel behind.<\/p>\n

Jack turns to Gillian, misty-eyed,
\nand presses the pills in her hand.
\nAll they’ve got left is the downhill slide
\nso they’d better act while they can.<\/p>\n

This much they know, they’re not in the final reel alone.
\nThis much they know, they’ll not leave the final reel alone.
\nThey take the dive, no-one leaves the final reel alive.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Lifetime<\/strong><\/p>\n

I can remember it so well,
\nthe bed of roses where we lay,
\nthe crown of thorns I was so keen to give away.
\nAll the warning signs ignored,
\nthe passion’s played.<\/p>\n

I could foresee what was to come,
\nI had a sense of what might happen.
\nThe river runs and very rapidly
\nbecomes a torrent, sweeping us
\ntowards our ricochet.<\/p>\n

It takes a lifetime to unravel all the threads
\nthat have tied us in our webs of tourniquet.<\/p>\n

I stake no claim on memory.
\nI stand on ceremonial quicksand.
\nI look for something with solidity
\nto hold:
\nsomething lasting, something pristine, with no sense of decay.<\/p>\n

Can you remember how that was?
\nCan you remember?<\/p>\n

It takes a lifetime’s understanding of the flow
\nto surrender, let the current sweep you away.
\nWhat if I’d told you I would never let you go,
\nI would hold you every step along the way.
\nIt takes a lifetime to unlearn all that you know
\nto return the things you borrowed for a day.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Drop Dead<\/strong><\/p>\n

A charmed circle on the dance floor,
\na spell-binding display…
\nit’s rather more than he bargained for,
\nSnow White or Morgan le Fay.<\/p>\n

„Drop dead”, she said.<\/p>\n

Hey, big man, let testosterone flow,
\nflex the muscles like a monkey.
\nThe male plumage is all puffed up in show
\nbut the girls know how to debunk it.<\/p>\n

„Drop dead”, she said.<\/p>\n

In a sense
\nsome men are always caught in adolescence,
\ntrying to crack the mystery girl cocoon.
\nIt doesn’t take a wicked witch
\nto point out obsolescence is a state
\nthey might wake up to pretty soon.
\nIs it any wonder when they hone that perfect put-down
\nto deflate the macho tough guy male buffoon?<\/p>\n

„Drop dead”, she said.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Only in a Whisper<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dive in to the Motion of the Avatar,
\nsign up to the Army of the Phantom.
\nNo-one’s really who they say they are,
\nthey’re all imposters on the stand in witness.<\/p>\n

Welcome to the Power of Self-deception,
\nhead high in the grip of Holy Deadlock.
\nDon’t count on the way your days are numbered,
\nlisten to the wind which whips your every word away.<\/p>\n

Word-drunk, has the Inquisition found you?
\nWeight falls on your shoulders, under pressure.
\nBlack dog in the desert heat will hound you –
\nhang on, only Faith is holding us together.<\/p>\n

Dust clouds building up on the horizon,
\nmake way for the onslaught of the Visigoths.
\nJoined up, all the Automatic Writing –
\nsome thoughts should be spoken only in a whisper.<\/p>\n

Take aim on the Summit of Experience,
\ndon’t say we’re just making up the numbers,
\nlay waste to the idea of an Afterlife.
\nSome thoughts should be spoken only in a whisper.<\/p>\n

Listen to the wind which’ll whip your words away,
\nlisten to the wind that whips your every word away,
\nscattered as your atoms all will be one day….
\nSome thoughts should be uttered only in a whisper.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

All That Before<\/strong><\/p>\n

I don’t know if I’m cracking up or just getting careless….
\nis this room quite airless?
\nJust a minute – listen,
\ndid you hear that knock on the door?<\/p>\n

I’m going to have to write things down before I forget them.
\nI can’t find my glasses, I don’t know where I left them
\nso I can’t expect to get much on the visionary score,
\nor did I say all that before?<\/p>\n

Oh, stop if you’ve heard this one before I get started.
\nI can’t find my mobile and I didn’t charge it,
\nit’s a phantom target,
\nif I call myself I’ll only get my Voicemail once more.<\/p>\n

I wish that I could pin things down before they escaped me.
\nI can’t find my car keys and it seems that lately
\nI have trouble even fitting them into the front door…
\nor did I say all that before?
\nOh, stop me if I’m banging on trying to grab your attention.
\nI forget to mention I can’t find my glasses
\nbut I think I bent them when I dropped them
\nas I scrabbled for my phone on the floor.<\/p>\n

It seems I can’t, I can’t remember,
\nI can’t remember what I’m doing.<\/p>\n

Although I flash that foolish grin
\nthat seemed so winning when I came in
\nI’m beginning to see everyhting we’ve been
\nis going to be forgotten.<\/p>\n

It’s not a joke,
\nor did I say that all before I spoke?
\nIt’s not a joke,
\nor did I say all that before I spoke?<\/p>\n

I can’t find myself, what I’m looking for,
\nand I’ve lost the thread
\nof what I said before.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Over the Hill<\/strong><\/p>\n

Let’s recount our history,
\nour tale of boom and bust.
\nWe could talk a good fight on our day
\nbut when we got a hand to play we bit the dust.
\nNow in our threadbare suits we do our duty,
\nstill sold on the pursuit of a common cause.<\/p>\n

Now let us call to memory such witness as we dare.
\nWe built our bridges, burned them down as well,
\nmaybe all we have to tell is off the square.
\nWe tried our instant remedies – they didn’t clear the air.
\nWho could foresee how it was bound to end,
\nin a break or in a bend?
\nWe intended well enough….
\nOh, but the clock was always counting,
\nthe envelope was sealed
\nand as the pressure’s mounting
\nstill precious little is revealed.<\/p>\n

Still, let us speak of comradeship, of how we stood as one,
\nshoulder to shoulder through the thick and thin
\nwhile the roof was caving in;
\nalthough everything begins in good faith,
\nfor all our sins we’ll all end up being skinned
\nand now there’s nowhere left to run to, there’s nowhere left to hide,
\nwe’re strapped in and we’re gunning for the roller-coaster ride.<\/p>\n

If we’re living our lives as though God’s at our shoulders,
\nif we’re giving of our best, by an effort of will,
\nthen we’ll be up for the test,
\nwe’ll never know when we’re over the hill.<\/p>\n

Here comes then bit where we decide no passengers come on this ride –
\ncivilians, the broken-hearted, need not apply.
\nI count to a thousand and ten, I keep my eyes tight shut and then
\nunsteadily count the numbers back down again.<\/p>\n

Head on into the wind, on a heavenly mission,
\ntry to play with the spin while we burn in our hearts;
\nalthough we know we’ll never win we’re still learning our lessons in the dark.<\/p>\n

There’s no choice here to make, there’s no easier decision
\nthan to stand up, stand straight and to give it a try
\nand there’s no time for hesitation as the stations of our lives are passing by.
\nHeads up and face front as brother to brother,
\ntime to come to the call if we’re true to how we were
\nbecause at last and after all we’ve given each other our words.
\nIf we live out our lives as though God’s sat at our shoulders,
\nif we give of our best and then give some more still,
\npress on, with no pause for breath,
\nthen we’ll see each other over the hill.<\/p>\n

Now if we speak of distances we’re only covering old ground:
\nwhat’s done is done and if we have become of worth at all
\nwe’ll hope to see things in the round.
\nLet’s close the book on history and keep it safe and sound.
\nWhile we’ve been moving forward to our goals
\nwe have done as we have told,
\nso the story’s closed behind us
\nand the countdown comes in backwards,
\nthat much was always clear,
\nso when it reaches zero our heroes disappear.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

(We are) Not Here<\/strong><\/p>\n

I dreamed you here beside me,
\nradiant, impulsively strong.
\nLight streaming through us blindly,
\nwe are not here for long.<\/p>\n

I dreamed us from the ether,
\nbursting through the neural stem,
\nvibration without meter…
\nwe are not here again.<\/p>\n

We are not here again.
\n(No way to know that when)
\nWe are not here again.
\n(there is no now in then)<\/p>\n

We are not here again.<\/p>\n

(We are not there and then we are.
\nHenceforth we are not here again.)<\/p>\n

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