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Jul 2014
our time in this universe
is ridden with a luminous oddity
for light is a rarity
in the biorhythm of the macrocosm

the normality is jet
nothing
inky, obsidian slate

such liquid void drips laboriously
completely free from ejecting effort
like beads of pine sap among evergreen needles
seeping in a slowed, oozing, endless rush
at gravity's inevitable, gentle tug

eventually it will consume the cosmos
like maple syrup poured atop a whole-grain waffle
primarily, the charcoal sweetness fills
the quite purposeful lack of solidified batter
but then greedily begins to swallow the flaky bread

it bleeds
spurting with immense weight and impossible magnitude
until each limb dissolves
drifting away in the acidic salt of onyx crimson

what would I see at this inevitable state?

I am in a cave
open to the same air as the peaks of mountains
and it is so dark
I see more color with my eyes closed

my vision feigns my mind
I almost believe the expected:
the twirling endless cluster of shining cream
spiraling above my head
For those of you who do not know, 'phosphene' is the term used to describe the phenomenon that occurs behind closed eyes when one sees sparks of colors, regardlessΒ Β of the presence of actual, visible light. It has been described as 'a universe behind my eyelids' and 'the stars I see with my eyes closed'.
(also yes, the comparison of the universe to a waffle was meant to be somewhat comical)
Jordan Harris
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Jordan Harris  Cosmogyral
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