This medley of ideals
has finally forged and fused.
Magnetized now, is my will.
Behold, a palpable gravity centering
my trajectory closer towards Truth.
Yet without patience,
this lustful thirst
hastens my centrifugal separation.
Then ,doubtful, after actions
I question,
Is this not what was willed?
I, a passive driver, the willful rider
Numb and deafened in a cabin pressurized by fear;
Does time endure death
Or death abides time?
Coitus after chasm
Two reciprocal dimensions
Slapped back into a
Trinitarian embrace
After the fall was felt
and the chaos dealt.
Yin now sixes it's nine
Eternal fluctuation
between
diametric dualities,
Birthing this third mind.
From this angle,
The straight line
did bend,
And I now know
Nothing can truly be known. . . .
