July 19th, 2005

butterfly

no title

patterns in static
each dilated polka
dot uniquely the
same in the exact
way the one before
it could have
ever been diverse
entirely
naturally.
drifting into my,
what seems like
endless thought
process, i have
come to the
factly conclusion
that there
is a meaning
behind the clutter
of dust on my
television screen
all of us, just
as useful as this
image before me,
in time, like
electrical problems,
we will be
forgotten, moved over
by new difficulties.
that one pixel
of red.. or blue..
that seems to be
a trick our eyes play
just pass us by
unnoticed, unappreciated
never seeing this beauty
in time, forgotten also

© jack