Many Tapestries are Woven
The sun beat down upon the globe
saturateing rows of blue miasma
Hues of yellow threw reflection
scattering like condensation
cast before a strobe light blinking
upon the vast horizon's mirrored
ocean of sinking constellations

Shadows fray from midnight twine
roped over planes of spacial awareness
Knots untie and rip the lines
displayed as appropriately framed
right angled protruding grades
constrained in lower dimensions
where this contour hangs
diluting grey

Foraging through the void of depth,
time crept into layered realms where
strings untangle every second
stretching into decades after
Hours draped like stalactites dangled
dripping from the ceiling yet,
their patterns never settle,
dragging faster across the celing rafters
Plaster breaks revealing
all their metal structures
resting underneath

Shapes solidify in space and
trace their source's essence back
across dissolving acetyl mazes
growing larger among the shade
Only light dissipates beneath the
growing twilight haze

Vaporizing acid rains
storm and drain before the flowers
drink their poison showers or their
dew drops melt the grassy plains

Every cornerstone is held in place and
tied to the dimension beneath, repeating
patterns search for meaning, wich
several different needles stitch
each thread into a lace

Here we are observing, learning,
breeding, and obsessively searching
for purposeful meaning
while we maintain these vibrant shapes
which often trace the jagged lines
crisscrossing the void of space

Eventually these strings will rupture,
torn by the very structure
created when dimensions
touch their tapered ends together

Stars are punctured pin ******
testing spacetime elasticity
before stretching it back straight

Life has been assimilated
by the crystalline structures
which have woven its own tapestry
blissfully in place