The city rivers are full of fish.

its banks lush with edible flowers.

people take time, to nurture the very things.

they dream of in thier working hours.

The life that has no waiting in it.

The broad 6 metre path through the city

is doted with ‘time rich’ faces

personalized peddle powered people seats

commute to the food gardens, cafes, and empowering places.

The life that has no ‘waiting’ in it.

“Ill work and yearn till i retire”, “one day”.

now old sayings of an innocent era

where men thought that going away from a thing

would some how bring it nearer.

The life that has no ‘waiting’ in it.

But only corn can come from corn

and only nettles from nettles

and a city can only be, the quality of

the values on which it settles.

The life that has no ‘waiting’ in it.

The quality of ‘means’

is the ‘means’ to the ‘end’,

and the end is fussed.

in every moment

that circles round

to start again from what was found.

As every moment curls right back

to be the start of the path

the same track.

As every moment circles home

to be the source of itself

the same tone.

THE QUALITY OF MEANS

THE WHAT WAS USED

IS THE MEANS TO THE END

AND THE END IS FUSED.

The life that has no ‘waiting’ in it.

…IT FOLLOWS THE LAWS OF THE UNIVRSE

EACH THING CREAES ITS KIND

IT SPEEDS OVER THE TRACK

TO BRING ME BACK

WHATEVER WENT OUT…

FROM MY MIND.

The life that has no ‘waiting’ in it.