Cascade.
One over the other over the other.
Falling, falling
Like water down a mountain,
Or a chain reaction.
Dominoes falling, each toppling the next
Right around the Earth.
Some will topple underwater
Where sharks will become confuse.
Or those pesky style sheets,
CSS,
But we don’t talk about those.
Cascade of lava,
One triggering the next,
Until the Earth is covered by mantle,
The crust is submerged under rock,
And all life on Earth becomes also rock,
Hard, spiky beings
From Underneath,
With angular movements,
Like the Morlock.
Cascade of sparkling crystals
In the sky
Where the birds fly
And the bats use
Echo location
With ultrasonic sound
Which is not ultrasonic at all to the bats of course,
Nor dogs, nor cats, nor dolphins, nor mice,
Nor mostly to human babies
Who can hear what we can’t
But can’t speak to tell us.
my incessant
thoughts
cascade into
a pool of lost
and fragmented
premises.
where do they go,
the things we
never say?
maybe
we shed them
into water
they go
down the drain,
into
polluted puddles
consumed by clouds
which turn our thoughts
to rain that drips
onto millions of
heads of hair
so they feel what
we once did.
The water falls, rolling on top of itself, too eager to even fall straight, tumbling, spraying out, overexuberant, like long curls released from a too-tight, day-long ponytail
The cascade training system was designed for professors to teach province level trainers who trained district staff and continued to refine and train people down to the village level. It worked, for a while.
Cascade.
One over the other over the other.
Falling, falling
Like water down a mountain,
Or a chain reaction.
Dominoes falling, each toppling the next
Right around the Earth.
Some will topple underwater
Where sharks will become confuse.
Or those pesky style sheets,
CSS,
But we don’t talk about those.
Cascade of lava,
One triggering the next,
Until the Earth is covered by mantle,
The crust is submerged under rock,
And all life on Earth becomes also rock,
Hard, spiky beings
From Underneath,
With angular movements,
Like the Morlock.
Cascade of sparkling crystals
In the sky
Where the birds fly
And the bats use
Echo location
With ultrasonic sound
Which is not ultrasonic at all to the bats of course,
Nor dogs, nor cats, nor dolphins, nor mice,
Nor mostly to human babies
Who can hear what we can’t
But can’t speak to tell us.
Cascade of thought,
Right there.
See above.
my incessant
thoughts
cascade into
a pool of lost
and fragmented
premises.
where do they go,
the things we
never say?
maybe
we shed them
into water
they go
down the drain,
into
polluted puddles
consumed by clouds
which turn our thoughts
to rain that drips
onto millions of
heads of hair
so they feel what
we once did.
The water falls, rolling on top of itself, too eager to even fall straight, tumbling, spraying out, overexuberant, like long curls released from a too-tight, day-long ponytail
The cascade training system was designed for professors to teach province level trainers who trained district staff and continued to refine and train people down to the village level. It worked, for a while.
Once, i went yo cataratas in Misiones, argentina. We saw cataratas de Iguazú.
Wonderfull see from the National park.
We could do all ways possible