Dreaming Correctly

[Voices chattering unintelligibly]

Don’t take this flower for an ocean:
a breeze is blowing over the sea.
In a life that lies beyond us yet,
the notes upon the blue guitar
were things exactly as they are.

Don’t speak of all our greatness:
a torch is dying under the ground,
our vaults and structures come crashing down.
The Earth, for us, is something rare:
half in shadow, all that’s there.

Don’t dream of life under amber,
of shells cracking, dry in the air;
become a class of things that are:
A blue guitar, a set of stars,
or those exactly who they are.

[Central Dogma, echoing]

In you, in me,
in me, in you,
in me

[En Règle (and Out), echoing]

And consciousness
and cognizance
combine to dissonance.
It’s a tough to translate
psychological state
that hates what I create.

[An Ancient Curse in the Modern Tradition, echoing]

Screw you, you with your biased view

[LHC and Sea of Dirac, echoing in harmony]

Su-per-con-ducting
Su-per-collide
Su-per-con-ducting (Now we’re sailing on the Sea of Dirac)
Su-per-collide

[Evangeline and An Ancient Curse, echoing in harmony]

Algorithmically
banish all your guilt
Neurochemistry
without flaws built.
What do I have to say to you?

[Sea of Dirac, echoing]

How long have we been here?
How do we get back?