we surround ourselves in — comas of ancient dust nuzzled in time — here

a coded poem Code and full page view are here — click to interact with sketch.

let that little bird within your being — cling tight to this bright new day

that last bit of light pulls you to the horizon of an eye—closing

a coded poem function setup() { //we make these spaces for creation createCanvas(600, 600); } function draw() { //in which notions of time repeat aNotionofTime = abs(sin(frameCount / 500)); //in which notions of time cease aNotionofUnTime = abs(cos(frameCount / 500)); //where magnitudes of color are relative aMagnitudeofColor = random(240 - 200 *…

A coded poem let aCenterOfBeing; //we are but canvases with centers and symmetry let strandsOfThought = []; //that hold strands - threads of thought let memories = []; //separate from memory let timeOfMemory = 0; //memories have a shelf life let timeOfThought = 0; //thoughts are but moments of mind let timeOfCurrent = 0; //currents…

we have this moment in which the last light passes just beyond our reach we have this moment in which we breathe deeply in the last rays of day

a haiku meditation from the dust of stars primordial — atomic pulses of being you formed at some point at least your particles did traveling their path were you there when life began? — do your molecules whisper — ‘impetus’? and were you ever glacier bound — then sublimate? have you flowed in streams? did you ever course through our ancestors’ veins ?— heart? or fall as a tear? have you parted from

A coded poem let me; //where do any of us really exist? function setup() { angleMode(DEGREES); //in what base or modular space do we breathe? think? background(0); //we come from nothing to something createCanvas((550 * me.width) / me.height, 550); //in what universe does this canvas of time get painted } function draw() {…