I have learned
from Douglas Hofstadter
and his Gödel, Escher, Bach;
I Am A Strange Loop
and Le Ton beau de Marot,
that whatever you are being immersed in,
perhaps beginning with a phrase
in a dream,
or sudden impulses taking shape
out on an endorphin-rich bike ride,
should be taken to heart

Let the sudden images build castles
with the pinnacles and towers of being

- and being is a bumble-bee
that vibrates and hums,
spirals and hums
and vibrates everything into being
in the splendor and magnificence
of its trajectories of vibrations
and hums

and my body is a the tip
of the present,
summarized in rain
and recording equipment,
lost and found
in Hofstadter's strange loops,
matter ejaculating thoughts
and storm drains,
filling the up with rain clouds;
the down with thirsty soil,
my self slowly evaporating
across a digital file
the size of imagination,

the cities silent
behind closed-off time units,
guarded by off-guards