Defining the Problem Space

Ordnance Survey

I drew a Mind Trap Map
With nodes and arrows
And labels of
Thoughts and Concepts
And Snares
And Pitfalls
 
It delineated
And located
In Space and Time
Rigmarole
High-Faluting Ideas
Minutiae,
Schemes, Plans
Faultlines
And Flatline
Death Traps
 
And where to find Chekhov’s Gun
Should the need arise

The Me Problems and the You Problems

I sleeps my sleeps
And I dreams my many dreams
My many many sleeps dreams
 
There are place problem dreams
With deep bones that don’t change
As you look at them
There is the city dream
And the house dream
With many rooms
That expand and differentiate
Always the same
 
The way it’s sometimes the squat
And sometimes Frank Lloyd Wright
Reimagined it with an Opera house
And sometimes the City problem
With its stupid wide Tashkent Boulevard
And it’s niggling Hanoi alleys
Is conflated with the country place
Problem
Where there are strip joints in the Philippines just round the corner from the bike ride
In Belgium
 
And sometimes it is mixed up
With the Island problem
Where the island problem
And the city problem
And the house dream
Problem
Are all intertwined
In Petit France
In Strasbourg
Bar tabac
 
And there are people problem dreams
Because
sometimes I dream the dead people not dead
And they were just resting or went
Away for a while
 
And I so, I say, oh, you again
And they say, oh, yes, us again
Funny that
 
In impossible places.
All intertwined
 
And the living people are not
Always living
And you
Are not always you
And that’s part of the people
Problem
And part of the You Problem
 
And it makes me wonder who I am
And I dreams my dreams
In my sleeps
My dreams
My dreams sleeps
Wonder who you are
 
And I say
Oh. It’s you again.

~4×10² km/s

I see you’ve gone
and fallen
In love again
 
Promise of a small rock
Oblate spheroid solitaire
 
Ducking and weaving in the Big Empty
Spinning in infinity, like architecture angels
Wobbling and precessing
Circling, spiralling, exploding
Outwards
From a centre that doesn’t exist
 
And
All aboard.
Everyone. Everybody.
8.6 billion souls.
Home. Hurtling. Hurting. Laughing.
Loving.
At ~4×10² kilometres per second
Of lonely fragility
 
If you listen closely
You can hear
The motion of the Earth
 
Love’s got the world in motion and I know what we can do