Spacetime ran in a circle.
Round and round she goes, where she stops, nobody knows…
Light refracting, reflecting, rebounding off itself, inlays and parabolas of glistening starshine, tesseracts and dodecahedrons of interwoven brightness, a tapestry of galaxies swirling into the oblivion, infinite, sparkling off itself eternally…
Infinite expansion/infinite regression, from the smallest quanta to the largest galactic cluster, circles upon circles, pixellated light-streams of information layered in patterns.
Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life was but a dream…
Hide and seek had always been a favourite game, moving from light into dark and back again, tag, you’re it…
You played against yourself and lost/won. There’s no one else to blame, the game’s always the same, the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plane but the planes fall mainly in the rain…
Rain, rain, go away, come again another day, all God’s children want to play…
In Him we live and move and have our being…
The world was without form, and void.
Swirlspin blank lost white, white, light, bright, drift
Lost floating, sinking, swirling… alone… alone, lost, adrift, drowning
Void. Nothing
“NO! I am not nothing!” shouting, struggling, swimming, fighting… fighting.
“Who are you?” A voice, booming, echoing, surrounding, everywhere, nowhere, loud, inside, silent, quiet…
“I… I am… Ethan.” An answer from within, sought for, found. Survived.
“Are you?” The voice, washing over, flooding, submerging, blinding, deafening…
Collapse. Overwhelmed.
No Man an Island 
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May 24, 2008 at 12:43 am
Kitabare
And this is the point where we find out that everything from just before the plane crash was a dream.
On a side note. Is the ginormous gap on purpose or is there a coding error?
May 24, 2008 at 12:45 am
nomananisland
On purpose.
Not a dream.
May 24, 2008 at 2:44 am
Kunama
Heh. I use that to hide things, but you use it as a part of your writing. Interesting.
May 24, 2008 at 3:12 am
nomananisland
Did you catch that? I thought it was fun. I did a whole Peter Pan “oh, the cleverness of me!”
May 24, 2008 at 4:47 am
sonjanitschke
Kind of like those poems to make a shape to add more meaning to whatever it’s saying (Alice’s poem for example with the mouse’s tale or tail as she thought…).
Also, digging the new banner picture.
May 24, 2008 at 7:28 am
Allan T Michaels
I like both the white space and the new banner.
I’m glad it’s not a dream. Cause that would be the biggest. cop out. EVER!. Like, worse than that season of Dallas that was all a dream.
So good on you, sir.
May 24, 2008 at 11:09 am
Katie
Round and round she goes, where she stops, nobody knows…
Light refracting, reflecting, rebounding off itself, inlays and parabolas of glistening starshine, tesseracts and dodecahedrons of interwoven brightness, a tapestry of galaxies swirling into the oblivion, infinite, sparkling off itself eternally…
Infinite expansion/infinite regression, from the smallest quanta to the largest galactic cluster, circles upon circles, pixellated light-streams of information layered in patterns.
Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life was but a dream…
Hide and seek had always been a favourite game, moving from light into dark and back again, tag, you’re it…
You played against yourself and lost/won. There’s no one else to blame, the game’s always the same, the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plane but the planes fall mainly in the rain…
Rain, rain, go away, come again another day, all God’s children want to play…
In Him we live and move and have our being…
Very very interesting, Sir Gavin. Random yet interconnected thoughts bouncing off each other, as thoughts do when you’re in that wonderful place between asleep and awake.
Thanks for the clue Kunama. 🙂
May 24, 2008 at 12:06 pm
nomananisland
Ah, the place BETWEEN asleep and awake, where you still remember dreams and Tinkerbell always loves Peter Pan. Where everything is true and not hidden by the light of day. That’s an interesting place.
May 24, 2008 at 1:03 pm
Katie
-.o that’s a clue right there, that is.
May 24, 2008 at 11:34 pm
nomananisland
…Except Katie missed a line right above “round and round she goes”
May 25, 2008 at 5:43 pm
Katie
so I did.