Calculative

a singe script runs down the city.

the line’s, 100’s of interpretations.

as the controlled gardeners trim,

as the fire fighters water - their mind of clay...

the script running thru their mind,

like a portable PC.

they circle on the platform, 360 degrees,

another 240.

two interpretations, two actions, one script.

may the stage light shine,

may the director point with accuracy.

may the camera man,

catch all the film.

One man's drugs pouring down around the car. As the white substance

pours, the car becoming better, faster, more luxurious. As the substance

pours it hits the ground then spreads throughout, as waves. Some will

drown, some will not.

men watching the car’s, the white falling, seemingly from the sky.

directing the isolation, the falling of whiteness…

within the man’s mind, there’s haunting voices…

- He sees their lonesomeness, he sees the white fog.

he sees the destruction, he sees the storm,

but he’s also watching the glistening rainbow that sets.