Stumbling onwards

Stumbling onwards

Nostalgia-pain is due, but
Having hosted revenge-hate
I feel surprise-relieved
At change’s buoyant state

Deep breathing and plyometrics
Aid this process from slipping
Into self-harming and despair
As enlightenment encroaches

As a final blow is due
The graceful coup de grâce
Is but a second milestone
Making today a fulcrum

A pivot to the future
Amid echoes from the past
Reminding me of failure
In its multitudinous forms.

Deep cover

Deep cover

The universe fills my lungs
So as to understand itself
And in certain cases
Why some of its souls

Choose paths from the pack
While others cling tightly
Bonded by value matrices
Maintaining critical density

Unostracised from safe zones
Of deep biotic imperatives
Imprinted until imprinted
With mobs’ black blinkers

Negotiating a death pact
In preset local hierarchies
May be some solid reasons
For breaking yellow moulds

Start by accepting aberrance
Patiently predict transformation
In others’ native adaptivity
Them fermions, you boson

Prepossessing in animation
In rearranging the multiverse
Wanting to keep the sac fluid
Bones hard, nerves electric

Free from centripetal frames
Providing collapsed reference
Super-positioned to exist
Unencumbered by justice

Time dilation

Time dilation

Time is an extrapolation
A guide to the achievable
Spewing from the navel
Lifelong perpetual extrusions

Progress dresses in exponents
As populations swell the ranks
Of aqueous sacs of synapses
Each ensconced in personal space

Except we’re über contiguous
Interlocking into our tesseracts
Horse-trading dilation devices
Ignoring cellular growth patterns

What change outside alludes
To stagnant surroundings
New neurones echo errors
Unawareness extends endless

Integrated into this filter
Mixed with promises of respite
Are actions seen precisely
And life drawn out slowly

One Last Thought

It’s funny how some things slip your mind so easily, I’d forgotten until now I’d been a child once. But now it is as clear and real as the outcome of the next few spilt seconds. As if I were them I can see myself from my parents perspective leaning over my pram to tickle me, strange though… to see myself from their eyes.

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Space flies

Space flies

If time can no longer be spent
What is left to do right now
Whilst contemplating the future?

Accordingly it stops approaching
Until I’ve sorted out my life
And spent all my hard-earned money.

Turning around at this juncture
Opens more questions than it closes
The past can fend for itself.

Instead I cleanse myself of resentment
And pay hommage to its acts
Having kept me burning bridges.

From here then, I’m frozen in time
Until I’ve sorted out my life
And spent all my hard-earned space.