how many beginnings before an end?
are there any after an end?

or would it just make that end a different kind of beginning?
or perhaps it’s not so binary, so linear.

maybe it’s just drawing arbitrary lines so we know where to place ourselves.
what if, instead of a prison, time was a maze. circuits, walls, dead ends.

an existence comprised of seeking patterns, distance,
turning unfamiliarities into common memories, an evergreen pursuit of mirrors.

obviously, it’s all relative.
locally flat - euclidean. non-locally negatively curved - infinite, etc, etc.

though they’re saying the universe is flat now.
am i allowed to believe differently?

who has the authority to permit my perceptions?
why should i be so concerned with uncertainties which i have neither measured nor observed?

askin’ a lot of questions cause i’m a scientist,
haven’t got many answers cause i’m not a very good one.

i care too much, i’m too close.

face pushed up against the cold window

of a train tearing through the longest tunnel i’ve ever had the privilege to enter.

right now it’s forever.

until i unstick my pestering orbs from the vague sweeping images surrounding me.

though i don’t think i will.