Philosopher's stone
They do not know that dreaming
is a constant in life
as concrete and outlined
as any other thing,
like this grayish stone
where I sit to rest,
like this calm creek
in its easy startles,
like these high pine trees
that in green and gold sway,
like these birds that crow
in drunkenness of blue.
They do not know that dreaming
is wine, is foam, is yeast,
whose sharp snout
pokes through everywhere
in endless restlessness.
is canvas, is colour, is paintbrush, base, pole, shaft,
ogive arc, stained glass window,
a cathedral vault,
counterpoint, symphony,
Greek mask, magic,
that it is the alchemist's retort,
distant lands chart,
wind rose, infant,
sixteenth century vessel,
gold, cinnamon, ivory,
a swordsman’s foil,
Colombina and Arlequim,
huge flappy flying bird,
a glorious prow boat,
furnace, energy generator,
split of the atom, radar,
ultrasound, television,
on the surface of the moon.
They do not know, nor dream of,
that dreaming commands life.
That whenever a man dreams
the world leaps forth
like a colourful ball
into a child’s little hands.
Experiências com o DeepDaze, usando versos do poema clássico de António Gedeão como frases-chave para o algoritmo.
