Friday, March 2, 2012


The fragments of a glitch in the system
just as the switch turns off
we start to see things,
as the lag keeps us locked up in a million moments,
surrounded by notions of colours and faces
an elaborate detailed description
of that fleeting second..
derive by and relate to everything
degrees of separation all link up
then dissipate sensationally,
split into a million circles,
that create tiny intricate patterns
that fill the pattern on your carpet
that you once again you stand on
and then you've come back to square one
a step within a step in which a step has been placed on?
It's like the egg and the chicken,
but before that there's nothing,
and nothing never means that nothing has ever presupposed something,
and to get nothing you must destroy something,
and then that's only presently non-existent
pre-existent to the future
and the things that will fill up the spaces in between it.
And whats left when you stop filling your head with everything but fear,
and the silence is just an echo of scattered thoughts that were never cleared
no closure to the exposure of experience that you've questioned
questions you're too small to even decipher,
when words float to the top of a deep ocean of thought
derived from a sense of something, yet nothing.
Just formulated noise a person taught you,
and you look to the sky and there's no language comprehensible
enough for me to understand.
So i gawk and gawk and get fat with awe,
dribbling like an idiot stuck to the ground,
where arm span mocks the petty form it's stuck on,
terrifying stars mocking the safety of a bed,
in the crevasse of the universe, hanging in mid air.
trying to think in my mind,
what it would be like, if my brain was projected into the stars,
how little it would match up.
The brain waves and thoughts crashing in my head ,
don't even register a million miles in the air.
Being so nonthreatening against the expanse,
yet seeming so unbelievably massive.