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But it's all just perspective! Isn't it?
Someone stood on their head
Has a different perception
Of up & down.

That's why there's things like gravity.
To remind you,
Even in an avalanche,
Direction is not subjective -
Orientation is.

That's why there's different states of matter.
To remind you,
Even in a vacuum,
Being is not subjective -
Change is.
Photonic resonance?
Is this the most material description
Of the mental processes of the mind
By that of the *****, the brain?
Thought & the like?
But what is ever generated?
What ever arises from nothing?
Quantum Poet Apr 27
πšƒπš’πš–πšŽ πšŒπš˜πš–πšŽπšœ πšŠπš—πš  πš˜πš‹πšœπšŒπšžπš›πšŽπšœ πš–πš’ πš•πš’πšπš‘πš,
πš†πš’πšπš‘ 𝚊 πš–πš’πšœπš‹πšŽπšπš˜πšπšπšŽπš— πšπšŽπšœπšŒπšŽπš—πš.
πš€πšžπšŠπš—πšπšžπš– πšπš›πšžπšπš‘πšœ πš‹πšŠπš›πšŽ πš’πš—πš πšŠπš›πš πšœπš’πšπš‘πšπšœ;
πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšœπšŒπš’πšŽπš—πšŒπšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πš–πš’ πšœπš˜πšžπš•β€™πšœ πš•πšŠπš–πšŽπš—πš.

π™΄πš—πšŽπš›πšπšŽπšπš’πšŒ πš™πšŠπš›πšπš’πšŒπš•πšŽπšœ πš πš’πšπš‘ πš•πšŠπšπšŽπš—πš πšπš˜πš›πšŒπšŽ,
π™Έπš— πš™πš›πš˜πš‹πšŠπš‹πš’πš•πš’πšœπšπš’πšŒ, πšœπš’πš•πšŽπš—πš πšπš•πš˜πš .
π™Ήπšžπšœπš 𝚊𝚜 πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πš’πš—πš πš πš˜πšžπš•πš πšπš’πš—πš πš’πšπšœ πšŒπš˜πšžπš›πšœπšŽ,
πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšπš’πšŽπš•πš 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 πš‘πšŠπš•πšπšŽπš πšπš•πš˜πš .

πš„πš—πšŒπšŽπš›πšπšŠπš’πš—πšπš’ πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎,
π™³πšŽπšπšŽπš›πš–πš’πš—πšŽπš πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πš’ πš–πšŽπšŠπšœπšžπš›πšŽπš πšœπš’πšπš—.
πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšœπšžπš™πšŽπš›πš™πš˜πšœπšŽπš 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 πšŠπš πšŠπš’πšπšŽπš,
π™Έπš— πš™πš˜πš’πšœπšŽπš πš™πš˜πšπšŽπš—πšπš’πšŠπš•, πšπš’πšŸπš’πš—πšŽ.

𝙰 πšπš›πšŠπšžπš–πšŠ πšœπšπš›πšžπšŒπš” πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚊 πšœπšžπšπšπšŽπš— πšœπš™πšŠπš›πš”.
𝙰 πšœπš‘πš˜πšŒπš” πšπš‘πšŠπš πšœπš‘πšŠπšπšπšŽπš›πšŽπš πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πš˜πšžπš—πšπšœ.
πšƒπš‘πšŽ 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 πšπšžπš—πšŒπšπš’πš˜πš—πšœ πšœπš™πš•πš’πš πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πšπšŠπš›πš”,
πš†πš’πšπš‘ 𝚊  πšπš›πšŠπšŒπšπšžπš›πšŽπš πš‘πš˜πš•πš•πš˜πš πšŽπš πšœπš˜πšžπš—πš.

πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš˜πš‹πšœπšŽπš›πšŸπšŽπš›'𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎, πš˜πš—πšŒπšŽ πš›πšŽπš–πš˜πšŸπšŽπš,
π™±πš•πšŽπš—πšπšŽπš πšπš‘πšŽ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 πš’πš—πšπš˜ πš˜πš—πšŽ.
𝙰 πš—πšŠπšπšžπš›πšŠπš• πš˜πš›πšπšŽπš› 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšπš’πšœπšŠπš™πš™πš›πš˜πšŸπšŽπš,
π™°πšœ πšπš‘πšŽ πššπšžπšŠπš—πšπšžπš– πšπš‘πšŽπš— πšŒπšŠπš–πšŽ πšžπš—πšπš˜πš—πšŽ.

π™½πšŽπšžπš›πšŠπš• πš™πšŠπšπš‘πšœ, πš˜πš—πšŒπšŽ πšŒπš•πšŽπšŠπš› πšŠπš—πš πš‹πš›πš’πšπš‘πš,
π™±πšŽπšπšŠπš— 𝚝𝚘 πšπš πš’πšœπš 𝚊𝚝 πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πšŽπšŠπš–πšœ.
πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš™πš›πš˜πš–πš’πšœπšŽπš 𝚍𝚊𝚒 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒 𝚝𝚘 πš—πš’πšπš‘πš,
πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšœπšŽπš•πš, πš˜πš‹πšœπšŒπšžπš›πšŽπš to πšπšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πšπš›πšŽπšŠπš–πšœ.

πš‚πšžπš‹πšŠπšπš˜πš–πš’πšŒ πš›πš’πš™πš™πš•πšŽπšœ, πš˜πš—πšŒπšŽ πš’πš— πšœπš’πš—πšŒ,
π™½πš˜πš  πšœπšŒπšŠπšπšπšŽπš›πšŽπš 𝚝𝚘𝚘 πšπšŠπš› πš’πš—πšπš˜ πšπš’πš–πšŽ.
π™Όπš’ πšπš•πšŽπšŽπšπš’πš—πš πš‘πš˜πš™πšŽ πš‹πšŽπšπšŠπš— 𝚝𝚘 πšœπš‘πš›πš’πš—πš”,
π™°πšœ πš–πš’ πš’πš—πš—πšŽπš› πšŠπš›πšπš πš˜πš›πš” πš•πš˜πšœπš πš’πšπšœ πš•πš’πš—πšŽπšœ.

πš†πš’πšπš‘πš’πš— πš–πš’ πš–πš’πš—πšπšœ πš•πš’πš–πš’πš—πšŠπš• πšœπš™πšŠπšŒπšŽ,
πš†πšŠπšœ πšŠπš—πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš›'𝚜 πšœπš‘πšŠπšπš˜πš  𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝.
πš†πš‘πšŠπš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšœπšŽπšŒπšžπš›πšŽ, πš‘πšŠπš πš‹πšŽπšŽπš— πšπš’πšœπš™πš•πšŠπšŒπšŽπš,
πš†πš’πšπš‘ 𝚊 πšπš›πšŽπšŠπš– 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 πšπš’πš–πšŽ, πšžπš—πš™πšŠπšœπšœπšŽπš.

πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš–πš’πš—πš, 𝚊 πšœπšπš›πšžπšŒπšπšžπš›πšŽ πš˜πš—πšŒπšŽ πš›πšŽπšπš’πš—πšŽπš,
π™±πš›πš˜πš”πšŽ πšπš˜πš πš— πšžπš—πšπšŽπš› πšπš›πšŠπšžπš–πšŠβ€™πšœ πš πšŽπš’πšπš‘πš.
π™Έπšπšœ πš™πšŠπš›πšπš’πšŒπš•πšŽπšœ 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 πš‹e πšŠπš•πš’πšπš—πšŽπš,
π™½πš˜πš  πšπš›πš’πšπš, πš•πš˜πšœπš πš’n πšπš›πšŠπšŒπšπšžπš›πšŽπš 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎.

π™²πš˜πš—πšπšžπšœπš’πš˜πš— πš•πš’πšŸπšŽπšœ πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πšπš›πšžπšπš‘ πš‘πšŠπš πšπš πšŽπš•πš•πšŽπš.
π™Όπš’πš—πšžπšπšŽπšœ πš‘πšŠπšžπš—πš πš–y πš–πšžπšπšŽπš πšπš›πš’πšŽπš.
πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš•πšŠπš πšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš—πšŠπšπšžπš›πšŽ, πš—πš˜πš  πš˜πšŸπšŽπš› πšπš‘πš›πš˜πš πš—,
π™»πšŽπšŠπšŸπš’πš—πš πšœπš‘πšŠπš›πšπšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš–πš’ πš™πšŠπšœπš πš‹πšŽπš•πš’πšŽπšπšœ.

𝙸'πš– 𝚊 πš‚πšŽπš—πšπš’πšŽπš—πš πšŸπšŠπš™πš˜πš›; 𝚊 πšπš‘πš˜πšœπš πš’πš— πšπš•πšžπš‘,
π™½πš˜ πš•πš˜πš—πšπšŽπš› πšŠπš—πšŒπš‘πš˜πš›πšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πš–πš’ πšŒπš˜πš›πšŽ;
πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšœπš™πšŽπšŒπšπš›πšŠπš• πš–πšŠπšπšπšŽπš› lays 𝚝𝚘 πš›πšžπšœπš,
π™»πš’πš”πšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πš›πšŽπš–πš—πšŠπš—πšπšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš–πšŽ πšπš›πš˜πš– πš‹πšŽπšπš˜πš›πšŽ.

π™²πšžπš›πšœπšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πšŸπš˜πš’πš, 𝚝𝚘 πš›πšŽπš–πšŠπš’πš—,
π™Έπš— πšπš›πšŽπšŠπš–πšœ πšπš‘πšŠπš πš πš’πš•πš• πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› 𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎.
πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšœπšπšžπš‹πš‹πš˜πš›πš— πš™πšžπš•πšœπšŽ πš’πš— πš–πš’ πšŸπšŽπš’πš—πšœ,
π™±πš›πš’πš—πšs my πšπš˜πš›πšœπšŠπš”πšŽπš— πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πšπš‹πšŽπšŠπšπšœ.

πš†πš‘πš’ πš‘πšŠπšœ πšπš’πš–πšŽ πš˜πš‹πšœπšŒπšžπš›πšŽπš πš–πš’ πš•πš’πšπš‘πš,
πš†πš’πšπš‘ πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš–πš’πšœπš‹πšŽπšπš˜πšπšπšŽπš— πšπšŽπšœπšŒπšŽπš—πš?
πš€πšžπšŠπš—πšπšžπš– πšπš›πšžπšπš‘πšœ πšπšŠπš›πš”πšŽπš— πšœπš’πšπš‘πš,
The πšœπšŒπš’πšŽπš—πšŒπšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πš–πš’ πšœπš˜πšžπš•β€™πšœ πš•πšŠπš–πšŽπš—πš.

♦ Đerek Ξ›braxas ♦
"πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš€πšžπšŠπš—πšπšžπš– π™±πš˜πšžπš—πš π™Ώπš˜πšŽπš"
Quantum Poet Apr 27
Above the black, I'm trapped beneath the white.
Time slips away, past my distracted sight.
My mind, clusters all of my pain and my fright,
They tangle as one with life's cold endless night.

I reach for stars that used to guide, used to teach.
As I Begged for my cleansing while soaking in bleach.
I trusted in the magic of the moon, now I see.
It's nothing more than a rock, that I know I can't reach.

My Quantum perceptions, once clear as the day,
Elude from my vision, like dreams, they drift away.
Every feeling is just harsh. Each thought runs astray,
My body outlives the suffering my spirit's slow decay.

Hung swaying, for all to see, can't live a disguise.
My Agony is screaming, but at a deaf, silent sky.
Through fractured, foggy lenses, I see only hidden lies.
The cosmos entrapped behind the cage of my eyes.

Emotions do not live past the span of human life.
The universe continues, far past our demise,
To a divine destination. Our progress will be forgotten.
Emotions deemed redundant. Our egos will lay rotten.

All else has true purpose, even without eyes to see it.
Or emotions to feel it. Or belief to give it reason.  
No matter who believes it. Time lives, never freezes.
An endless puzzle shrouded by he, who designed the pieces.

I struggle just to get clean cause my demons are not leaving.
I have fought for a belief, to find there's nothing in believing.
Something stealing all the meaning and replacing it with feelings.
Terrored dreams keeping me screaming, pleading with the ceiling.
Quantum Poet Apr 27
There was stillness, all was held in place.
Untouched beneath the world’s design.
Particles drifted in quantum space.
Slates unmarked by hand or time.

Trauma struck as it cracked, it would stir.
The mind betrayed and the self, unmade.
A tremor passed like my whispers slurred.
And from my depths, the void would invade.

fractured pulses spread and came apart.
The fixed quantum law began to bend.
Reality unravels, alongside the heart,
broken strands of thought began to descend.

Screamed echoes take a visual shape.
Waves collide in the fractured pulses.
What once was whole, begins breaking down.
Protections kept, now stripped from their holsters.Β Β 

Energies spin untethered, unbound.
The self just dissolves, with no grip to keep.
The sky starts crying with quantum sound.
as shadows stretch by a time growing deep.

The mind, a mirror, shattered and gold.
Reflecting a new empty void from within it.
Each thought disperses and shatters its mold.
Where once was trust, now grows resentment.

A field of force has been left unstable.
Blackening a heart that is no longer true.
Where once was love, now hate fragmented.
The self, adrift. Forced to weather through.

In my withering thought, the echoes still roam.
Their dreamscape heaven has been swept away.
The pulse of life now hardened to stone.
My silhouette dwells in the shades of gray.

And still when my skies cry with quantum sound,
The whimpers of essence frowning frail and thin.
The hope that was pure can no longer he found.
The self is restricted from all it might have been.

♦ Đerek Ξ›braxas ♦
****, this website
Just ate one of my works.

One which was a repost
From January of 2024.

Relating how I was delving deeper
Into quantum theory & mythology,
Into the sciences broadly & philosophy.

How I was going to mix them
And make them intermingled.

How I would mix that of my life,
Or more aptly how I write of it,
With that of new science & old antiquity.

By mythology, philosophy, & theology.

So as to create digestable content
That inter-wove those concepts
To better translate them to any given audience.
For to rest in the gymnasium
Is to watch others wrestle.
There is no pendulum
Which is not but itself a pebble.

I am the gnomon.

For all are free
And each person is their own mason.
From the block of marble we chisel
Out who are ourselves.
Fission, fusion.
Derision after derision.
Creation, destruction.
Degredation after degredation.
Combination, seperation.
Decay after decay.

Fusion, fission.
Praise after praise.
Destruction, creation.
Amelioration after amelioration.
Splitting, collaboration.
Growth after growth.

I know only
That I know nothing!
Some universal common ancestor,
Some roots we all share.
That's how it is, right?
**** some connection
To the natural world around us,
**** the universe.
It's in the symbolism of it,
It's by the reality of it.
What can one say?

We do what we can with what we're given.

I don't know about that,
But whatever brings comfort.

Some find comfort inside caskets;
Some in the idea of the end of it,
Some on the idea of a new beginning.

Some find comfort outside in nature;
Some in the idea of being a part of it,
Some on the idea of being apart from it.

It's recognizing you are already seperate,
Yet still totally together with it.
Work for others, rest alone?
Work for life, rest when you're bones?
Work it hard, but rest easier?
Work for shards, rest in a mirror?
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