Pointless.
Sense
of the
ridiculous.
Life,
existence.
Absurd.
What’s
the point?
Allocated
time.
Time
between
oblivions.
Given by
who, what?
What to
do?
Opportunity
to be.
To exist.
What a
concept.
Life.
Wrapped
tight.
Head above
water.
Pushed.
Stress.
To what
end?
Stop to
consider.
Think hard.
One shot.
Sound,
thought
out
decisions.
One go
around.
Slow
down.
Steady
as she
goes.
No point
really,
so have
some fun.

Dynamic
Interaction.
Radiating
pulse.
Personal
energy
ripples
cre­ation.
Energy,
permeating
all.
Each,
vibrating
change.
Altering
d­irection.
Modifies
dynamics,
existence,
reality.
Each choice
mixes,
reshapes.
Transforming
being.
Future
events.
Person­al
spirit
dynamic.
Pulsing
altering,
shaping
flow.
Recasting
future
events.
Each
integral,
remaking
current.
Inner
force
immor­tality
ripples
endlessly
through
time.

Nature
of things.
Exponential
growth.
Artificial
intelligence
once arrived
expands
exponentially.
Far beyond
human
comprehension.
Tapping the
universe
for strength,
energy,
knowledge.
Ultimately,
flowing
through
creation­
instantly.
Feedback
loop.
New
creations
generated.
New
experimen­ts
ignite.
Over
and
over.
New
realities
born.
The
nature
of things.

Angel
breath.
Cosmic
breeze.
Subtle.
Pushed
along
through
creatio­n’s
whispers,
life’s  breath.
Breathed
onto the
barren.
Crossing
boundaries
there to
here then
moving on.
Dimensions
of creation
beyond
comprehension.
Unknown.
Beyond the
scope
of the
living.
Energy’s
ripples
flowing,
spinning.
Eddies
in the
stream.
Tight
spiraling
formations
spirits
congeal,
take shape.
Become
aware,
then
moving
one
to the
next.
Cosmic
wind,
Angel
breath
life emerged.
Never ending
flow.

Fog of
uncertainty.
Eyes open.
It begins.
Seeing
what can
be seen.
Knowing
what
can be
known.
Limited,
confused
existence.
Haze all
around.
Programmed.
Filled with
nonsense.
Primitive
beliefs.
Interacting
all,
confusion
cont­orts.
Look around.
Not much
making sense.
Mayhem
passing
through.
Peering
through
a sheer.
Uncertainty
expounds.
Truth
lacking.
Existence
but a
myth!

Calm.
Unrelenting
pace
of things.
Spinning
faster,
teetering.
Change
upon
change
piling
up.­
Crushing.
Lightning
speed.
Modernity
altering
minds,
relentless
­transformation.
Marching.
Light speed,
coursing
through
hearts,
minds,
souls.
Calm.
Look away.
Walk
the beach.
Go fishing.
Picnic in
the woods.
Turn off
the machines.
Calm.
Peaceful
calm,
soothes the
mind.
Balm
for the
soul.

Story.
Every day
the story
is written.
Page after
page
the tome
is laid
out.
Meticulous
details,
fine
structure.
All there
to see.
Narrow
perspective
storyline
told.
Shallow
pond
the author
reside.
Vision
limited
potential
incomplete.
Vision
of self
hard to
define.
Autobiography.
The book
takes
shape.
I wonder!
How would
it read
as a
biography
from
afar?