my syllable-ised objective adjective interwoven minds eye stratosphere
It's movement pulls in omni- directions
too fast, Crude discourse
It's too quiet, I don't want to be an audiophile
to your earnest offerings
The nervous tension
the hunched back
sunken eye sojurn sickness
LEAVE ME
I'll wave my hand
and inhale the tracers,
Exhaling the skins truth
that;
Throughout & within
I was never in control
Time slips into its constant moment
The moment it took for you to read this
for me to write this, now that moment is gone
but it was recorded by your eyes
exposed by my trembling hand
And as time is, most certainly the constant
I wish I could shatter It's grip
it's everlasting moment
But I am bound,
just like every other resonating vibration on this plane
With Mr. Rhythmic hearbeat
My metronome
Helping me keep Time
My mind wanders to the personal, trivial and trite
the hustle bustle politics of everdays' sine
Every in/significant measurement worth collecting
Every beautiful kalidoscopic light
Such lovely magnetic apparitions
Dancing by the firelight
But,
The gravity of existence
grows heavier,
the farther you get;
From point A
To point B
Existenz
Pondering esse, where as a thing, and essence; what is, how possible, and how proven? My fav, When As A Thing. Nice time exploration in here too, Mr. Jones enjoyed bigtime :D ~allets~
Indeed Stella, thank you
As always. I appreciate it.