C3 of bubbles and string

here at the edge of con-

                                       sciousness  

                                    i sense     C3

               the other                                              

      wholly ignored   rationally

 a  dark-seem realm of

  unperceived

undiscovered

                    hitherto un-manageable

          nought

                               of bubbles 

                                    strung  a-long

0=1

now is the time

i

paste myself to the board

of space-time curvature

i

 string myself up

                    on

 the washing line mind

to dry

                       thought

0=1

bubbles are neither gaps

between                             

                                  nor holes 

     in time flow stream circularity

                                are best seen as pockets of mirth

as irrepressible nought

erupting gaily

punctuating  fleetingly

the fabric of make-seem 

with effervescence 

                                     

                           

0=1

you think these are words
do you                                 

to read       comprehend
to think   through         

                                           – huish
   crystals       not words

                     i contend 

grown in saturated solution

 of silent unknown            

              silver essence of nought

                    i n f i n i t i n g s 

  of anything but

of not thought a-loud

to be

          

0=1

my fifth

concerns the human

being    bubbles and string

a mirror is all you require

to reveal the illusion

of things being things

me being me       

separately            

   completely
to re-mind your self

to re-be one