Could It Be You're Already Dead?

Feel the solar system drifting through the ellipsis

Further and further away from the core,

The earth’s orbit, tilt and wobble

Through magnetic fields and seasons of fire;

Time’s rhythms and cycles are working

Through you, through me,

A zodiac of possibilities.


Space,time and dreams are distorted;

Body-minds warp with the fields;

I feel,in an instant,all the forms, the calligraphy of God-

Geometric spendour of a virus,

And the sandripples on the beach,no two identical,

The logarithmic spiral of a mollusc shell,

Honeycomb of bubbles in a saucepan of boiling water,

Spiral waves in the heart,like the patterns in banded agate,

The vortices in a colony of bacteria,

The hierograms on a jaguar’s pelt,

The signs,vivid as Russian Easter eggs,of the Belousov-Zhabotinsky reaction,

The exoskeletons of radiolarians and coccolithophroes,

The bifurcations and segmentation in my arm bones,

The arboreal phyllotaxis of my lungs, the Burning Bush,

The crystalline metal branch conjured in electrodeposition,

The cracks and ridges of the San Andreas fault,

The fractal network of the Paris metro.