in perpetual motion........ with intertwining melodies.........
"I too am returning from Zirma ...........................
my memory includes dirigibles flying in all directions."
(Italo Calvino's Marco Polo told Kubla Khan.)
........ down by the riverside........across the river.............cyber cyber cyber....................every morning just at nine
in song and story.....while the water rose........ and the deer and the buffalo play ................. the smell of hops and honey.............The daily in and out flow of a billion bytes
......................."My traveling companions on the other hand,
.......................swear they saw only one dirigible"
warm stones by the river.................. a red front door................ under the eves of the porch........................
........"hovering among the city's spires" ...................4 crystal goblets unexpectedly at midnight......... a glass of champagne.............................. along the stream for several miles........