Perception

Peering through a fence
to the woodland beyond
trees, grass, shrubs,
flowers in the fore.
It all appears flat
on a single plane
like a pop-up book
I’m for the first time, sane.
Observation, determinism,
reality in 4 dimensions,
without us to see it
it’s completely non-existant.

Life in the universe
seeks a nook to manifest
infinite wanderers in a
higher existance,
seeking a spot at
every instance.
Endless movement,
we travel and roam
through dimensions in
the multiverse foam.
Micro and macro,
separate and apart
no need for a theory to
show us who we are.

A multidimensional nomad
in an endless cycle
of birth until the universe
is cold, no more Earth.
Infinity surrounding us,
it could be misunderstood.
Knowledge that escapes us
with no time to evolve.
Clouds of consciousness
in everything, to behold.
A beautiful utopian existance,
in timeless stories told.

Fabric

In the beginning
there was no sound,
then came a hum
a gentle vibration
turning into a voice
a harmony
a chorus
a symphony
of incredible mystery
a perfect symmetry.

Order from chaos
swirls and eruptions
torrential bursting
randomly searching
for the life
that preceeds it
with the movement
that recieves it.
Forever in concert
a cosmic masterpiece.

Causation in existence
leads to a notion
in an instant
eons of brilliance
information transference
a quirk of intelligence
constructed by scientists
in the language
of numbers.

Destruction
from the multiverse
equal to the hole in us,
it always saddens me
how we destroy the melody.
I could show everyone
the collapse of the world
the abyss swallowing words,
I would be god
revert humankind
with empathy and mind,
I would be goddess
reword the swarms
reverse havoc wrought.

But for now I weep
internal
imperfect apocalypse
die eternal
children and animals
scorch in the inferno
to ever wander and
trespass in limbo
all is forgotten
in the night
of the hallowed.