I orbit myself a
cyclical pattern
No Beginning No End
an elliptical motion
Enigma at Center
reflections of three....
me at the helm...
Space... time, gravity.
A singular pluralism of exponential eternity as infinitesimal minutiae
govern the ******
Not by lancing their eyes,
but insidiously
locking them in darkness,
like masses are meant to be.
But no... not me... as
my gift of perspective
has illuminated space ...
to spectate the rats
scrambling scrambling
to win the race.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
I orbit myself a
cyclical pattern
No Beginning No End
an elliptical motion
Enigma at Center
reflections of three....
me at the helm...
Space... time, gravity.
A singular pluralism of exponential eternity as infinitesimal minutiae
govern the ******
Not by lancing their eyes,
but insidiously
locking them in darkness,
like masses are meant to be.
But no... not me... as
my gift of perspective
has illuminated space ...
to spectate the rats
scrambling scrambling
to win the race.
