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Unconscious Babbage
in his foggy state of mind
approched the idea of sleep
and yet still swarming
about his very own concept
of fixing the criteria,
(a sort of pilgrimage
into the cabinet of times)
freeing himself and wife
from modern myths (and alternative
manipulations of what is real)
He was staring into a vacuum
(to a stranger eye) – he even
looked possibly defeated.
What the stranger did not know
was his fortunate confusion
as he fell asleep,
dreaming of nuns.
sleep , babbage , unconscious
sisterjulia on Feb 5, 2010, 6:13 am
Ah! Liking your style very much...this piece has great atmosphere of respect and appreciation for a great mind and it's working.
victorgodot on Feb 5, 2010, 6:07 am
Thanks! Nuns - in my imagination - are what finally balances his daily feverish, analytical work with a peaceful picture, during sleep ;-)
sisterjulia on Feb 5, 2010, 5:58 am
Very interesting again! Still wondering about the nuns:)