Sleeping Lessons allegory of Mother Sky cave

the great mythic Colorado which mass produces fantasy in the form of interdimensional
echoing canyons to succor or describe, feed or sap a perception lens port:

transmute i nib? bleak, blessed to abuse half-wolf dances
an occasional dream linking lows yeses through great motif gone to
furthest wist soundless cries question motives of too many

a night long enough its been retrograde somewhere in america amid tangents
goodnight, eel fish of this forum==>{volcano} slippery ghosts of afar

our pact doesn't remember our bodies

From 8:35pm to 12:35am MST on the night of Dec 5 2009, the above poem was written continuously by a collective of anonymous visitors to this page. Suggested topics that were considered for content: code, propriety, ghosts in the network, river expeditions, edges of chaos, immersive horizons, ecology, empathy, heart rhythms, the human body, and Colorado.

Excerpts from the evolving poem were periodically posted to the twitter account @timestampstream, as part of the online exhibition Streamflow Conditions, curated by Judd Morrissey for Subito Press.

Thanks to everyone who participated. Even the ones attempting SQL injections.

— Ian Hatcher / ianhat at gmail dot com