“A movement is accomplished in six stages
And the seventh brings return.
The seven is the number of the young light
It forms when darkness is increased by one.
Change returns success
Going and coming without error.
Action brings good fortune.
Sunset”.
- Chapter 24, The Piper at the Gates of Dawn (1967, Barrett, Pink Floyd)
The Plasma of Creative Vortex within the Quantum Juke-Box and the Wonderland Toys of Syd Barrett’s Time-Machine
Consciousness-Analogue
The streets gazed for a lonely hour
Infinite in that world of self-reflection
Cars pulled the daydream of the sun
Wheeling across empty surface of lands
There are forgotten highways to golden octopus
Tentacles crawled the mirror of memory
Deep within the substance of matter a game of sorts is played; the grasshopper whirls
The green home becomes pale, indistinct
Extinguished are the sources of light
In the intrepid darkness
The path half known leads to dire questioning of the self
Where are we going? Who am I?
What light years have we traveled in the lyre of music?
Dipping donuts in the musk tea, the strings are strummed by an invisible hand
We only recognize what we see; the rest is the secret of the Law
Our change changes over the time making us tools to our own machines
“What did you dream?
It’s alright we told you what to dream”.
As I walk and feel, others as strangers are receding behind me
I think for a while; a puff of dust soon follows the trail of the candyman
Into that musical room where clocks work magnificently well
All shapes and sizes ticking every billionth of a second
In precise geometric configurations
Where time is finally lost in a Wonderland
A merry-go-round – summer’s trapeziums are winter landscapes of a higher truth
I fell through that tunnel into the other side
Invoking rapidly the sign of my ancient birth
Buttercups dandelions and the mystic fragrance of the emerald shores
Resurrecting my own cause
From a blind nothing of the imperial Absolute
I stand within and cross over the bridge
To end where I began
The journey of the man in a ship of fools.
- Joy Roy Choudhury
Ref:
“What did you dream?
It’s alright we told you what to dream”.- Welcome to the Machine/Wish You were Here, Roger Waters, Pink Floyd, 1975























