Monday, November 01, 2010

Flight 1116 to Amsterdam

Flight 1116 to Amsterdam

Unpublished / unperformed
Written November 2010
by Jasmine Low



Where does it all go?
Memories, experiences, 
information a human like you or I
learnt, paid for, embraced 
for the duration of our lives

Where does it all go?
What a waste it is, I feel
That my passion for Escher's art
Appreciation of Jeff Buckley
A knowing of intimate No Black Tie gigs by Ady Suwardy
Or the beauty in curt prose spoken by Tshiung Han See
Would diminish the moment I depart

Thoughts must be retained, stored as energy
The greater the resistance, the greater the Inertia 
So it doesn’t crash through to the generations
Unless I sit them around me and tell the story

Where does it all go?
Thoughts.
White clouds.
Black rain.
Acid.
Soap down the tubular canals.
Into the deep blue sea.
Transformed to red.
Pollutants.
Fire up my dreams.

I write these unprocessed thoughts.
These raw ideas.
From above clouds.
On Flight 1116 to Amsterdam.

Do we all just die with such rich thoughts
Only to return as a better informed being?


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