Half full, half empty, full of emptiness, empty of fullness,
I love the moment of starting a new canvas.
A vast empty expanse
A flat white plane.
In the fertile darkness,
My imagination leaps like an agile monkey
In a forest of possibility.
Each tree an idea, alive with branches, running off
to the sky
Each seeking to flower in the sunshine
To burst from possibility out into the world of actuality
Seems we live in a world of contradiction,
full of emptiness and actual possibilities.
We can even speed whilst going nowhere,
Nowhere at all.
Our lazy old sun is racing, always racing-
around the centre of our galaxy at 828 000 km/h,
and dragging us with it.
Here I am
Going nowhere at near a million km/h
So all these round things in space are zooming all over the place, at ridiculous speeds.
A lot of zooming going on
In this space place