A cosmic mind, with a cosmic eye
peering straight into a multiplicity of polymorphic matrices;
an infinite intersection of spirographic planes of material substance
but seeing only a backdrop of pure dank blackness.
A blackness so dense and unstimulating,
that its contrast
of blinding white light
appears in the mind
as a warped cuboidal
grid of endless dimension and depth
that strobes in and out of perception
at an imperceivable rate of speed.
The mind is the darkness.
It is the void,
in which its own abstraction of light
creates a palpable gravity
of heavy photons
that oscillate slowly as sinusoidal waves,
right and left
up and down
around and amongst
the Nth degree
of a spherical circumference
that configures an optical
tunnel of light
straight-wards, both forwards and back-wards
with the center point of all photonic intersections
appearing as an absolutely still pinpoint of light.
And it's within the boundaries of this inexorable pinpoint,
within the eye of this eternally concentrated mind,
that the true genesis of our reality exists.