Time speeds up, slows down again. The leaves fall, the stray dogs whimper. The politicians keep lying, neighbors crying. The children are fed chemicals And the sun keeps rising.
Years have gone by with my brother in the ground.
I’ve stood atop this mountain searching for answers.
I’ve taken my chances, stood tiptoe reaching high.
My conclusions have lead me to a place of realization that consciousness is a figment of time-space. Physical manifestation is a result of this matrix colliding with space-time.
Years have gone by and my brother is still in the ground.
Years have gone by and the stray dogs still whimper.
Years have gone by and the children are getting sicker.
The politicians keep lying.
Time-space and space-time are the only truths that develop and unfold like a prism shining directly into my mind’s eye.