"Up and down, oh that's how energy stays alive"
yea. . . . that's what he sang. . . .
I see the ever-emerging patterns of entropy
the speed
the endless slither of the snake's spine
the slow roar
the rolling hills of infinity
the flash
the peaks and troughs of eternity's wavelength
the expectancy
Procession preceding Recession preceding. . . . ad infinitum
once simplified into a single process
it's the unwavering arrow of time
and it's friction-less flow towards our finite infinities. . . . with friction.
Spinning on my own axis
streaky smeared visions, blurred in vertigo
I fight the crushing force
of gravity stacked on gravity
of the endless layering of moments.
The flame of the present is a grinding fusion of past and future
borne by the centrifugal bond of atoms and energy.
Electron today, proton tomorrow
Pressurized and polarized
a lifelong struggle for a triumphant inhale
and the final exchange
Finally getting what I need
from a slow reaching out
and a grasping towards the fire.
To touch tangible thoughts and to see sensible dreams.
I wonder about the inverse of time
of entropy reciprocated
and the patterns of chaos.
The thoughts escape in all directions
from the pinholes in my mind
beaming rods of light from it's sphere;
stretching as the shining stars towards my brethren.
Constellational concepts, reaching out and inducing curiousity. . .
Omni-directional thoughts with perimeters and depths
heights and widths
but no area, no occupied space
Only occupying time;
a burst into being
and a slow burning out. . .
