Thursday, January 29, 2015

We are a part of it

they dip their
hands in cosmic
goop of no hands
with no-sat eyes
nova explosions
in the hypertime

the past is moving quickly away
we are lumbering into the future,

there are gods spread through
4th dimensional bleeding walls,
able to see structure of birth and death
concrete, only in its non-existence
solidly opaque,

this is nothing out there
but the rough edges of an explosion,
rattling through space,
dragging about time,

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