It is in our all for we are all and in a tunnel coiled An entwining miasmic kaleidoscope we call our entirety We are a collective phantasmagoria of escapeless toil Lost in ourselves and forewent to society
The quark to the universe the everything to the quark All beauty too big to look and too small to see An everything of light yet we have sight only to the stark Within the bleak there is only me for you and you for me
The godβs perform their song in the foundations of all formed Waves sway and quaver thrumming from an insoluble craw One note un-precise and weβre left ever so more deformed Each of us hear it differently yet as you with mine all I can hear is yours
I was thinking about string theory and Fibonacci sequence and how there is an unfathomable connection among everything, as I am a man of ration before belief I cannot begin doubt and hope and wonder. How the universe's motion is relative as the time that passes as all depending from the sizes and perspectives. We are a beautiful symphony being play by who knows what and yet the more we pull away from the ants at our feet and cars on the street, the more we see everything the more we realise how violent the stars and systems really are yet when we look up it is motionless. The planet at around us does not move and yet it does at an incredible rate and while this is all happening the largest things in our lives, are the things we love. People to share the music to. So i tried to write something as senseless as where we are in the shortest term possible.