the deep end of beginning
without sparks... just a glow on a wave
in a circle.... cleaving to the vacuum
of non-being, wreathed in wonderment
and awe... strutting from the nothing
upon the actual stage.
floating in the concrete villages
of our aspirations.
hovering in the war games
of our atoms... spooling thread
through the void.
when the center -
became the corner of all rooms...
we spilled into the point of all returns.
we came upon a lake of solar flares
and magnetic storms..
grossly impervious
to " Why? ".
as we were.
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 3:30 AM UTC
the deep end of beginning
without sparks... just a glow on a wave
in a circle.... cleaving to the vacuum
of non-being, wreathed in wonderment
and awe... strutting from the nothing
upon the actual stage.
floating in the concrete villages
of our aspirations.
hovering in the war games
of our atoms... spooling thread
through the void.
when the center -
became the corner of all rooms...
we spilled into the point of all returns.
we came upon a lake of solar flares
and magnetic storms..
grossly impervious
to " Why? ".
as we were.
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