with enough rain

these stones

placed as carefully as stones will allow

i can call each one

a day

a moment

an experience

i can imagine

each stone

has been placed

to contain the soil

of my self

with enough rain

those stones will bulge outwards

and collapse

revealing the rich world

they have so succesfully contained

glitch too

the monotone thread

courses harshly through the braided

and woven

involuted edges

of music with

internal parabolas

that arc without meeting

and just as suddenly

coalesce

and deliquesce

Brian Eno - glitch (taken from Drums Between The Bells)

glitch

in the fragmented instant
a beauty reveals itself

the source image is destroyed

reinventing itself before our eyes

each tiny shape

a revelation

a painting

the whole

an unlikely gallery of possibilities