The gray dark morning Of an autumn blossom Drab yet alive, forcing life The world wants to slow And my heart wants to sleep Entropy moves, however enticing death may seem Backed to a corner, we have no choice But to awake
How? If even there were A force in this universe Sustaining life beyond just breath Beyond this web of neurons Firing in predictable patterns Prescribing every inclination and desire A flame in which is fully forged The consciousness that Dreams and dares all things Beyond our mere survival
If even there were such a force How would it be made known? How does a foundation work When the fundamental building blocks Are massless, pointlike? As much wave as particle Basking in the sunlight of uncertainty Existing in duality
How, when everything else is Nothingness A void a million billion times more extensive Than anything substantial That surrounds it A vacuum that renders The remaining matter pointless How could force be hollow Yet encompass all What does it all mean When all of matter falls in between
This unseen field Rippling, wriggling, rigging Everything it fills with the seedlings of decay Each day Moving along the breakdown towards Entropy Splendid chaos, Almost too perfect to be called such
How could we not see The force Still elusive, but unchanged Striking a balance Between fate and volatility The neverending battle That morphs each how into a why The demon and the butterfly
sunsets ripple across southern skies like skipping stones across a pond. i'm thinking about how we all die. what will nothing feel like? what did it feel like before? i catch myself guessing - the void and cold conjurings of a scared temporary consciousness. loneliness beckons and repulses me in equal measures, existential inquiries painting me into nihilistic corners. is this just some brief gift? i hem and haw and waste the light, i become the universe i fear, endlessly eating my thoughts, embodying entropy as i gasp for air.
I close my eyes Find myself alone with thought What is thought? What is what? What is? In the moment of silence We experienced everything A second for one A lifetime for another Moving between hot and cold The cold darkness of nothing The burning embers of creation Bubbles pop in and out of existence The abyss sits waiting for us to come home The cold and heat disappear as equilibrium sets in Entropy takes over and we become one
I am endless infinite possibility, a Boltzmann brain fluctuated from the furious buzzing entropy thrilling the scattered melted formless universe, collapsed into the thin singularity string of an impossible human being. The world is testament to my stunning genius a grand hallucination of my own creation and I am my own invention.