I stand in a vast expansion of space
Searching for what could be an edge to this place.
I'm surrounded by an abstract blue;
No floor beneath, not even the sky.
A foreign presence slips through defenses
Of the outer limits of my mind.
Sensing intrusion, a flash of pain dulls all senses.
Forced calibration among brain waves.
I embrace the victim of this fascist malice,
That can only represent myself.
What is this entangled form of awareness?
The duality is a result of uncertainty.
This cyclopes eye resides at the center of it all.
Torn of my ego, a transmission projects alien voices:
“The dreams are reality. Tune yourself to the morphic resonance of symmetry.”
Collapse the waves to particles as the stars are imploding.
Supernovae; a conduit closing in the minds of stars.
I'm looking through a keyhole, (one eye focused, both eyes closed)
To where existence and nonexistence wage war.
The complex and simple merge into dynamic harmonics,
Caught in a state of flow, shrouded by the instance in time.
Cymatic arrangements coalesce
increasing complexity as they mutate.
These desert sands are cosmic grains
cased in an infinite hourglass.
Retreat to the point of timelessness where
Shockwaves oscillate disfigured masses
In isolation yet interconnected, acting as one.
I have realized the void,
Mechanized with an absence of purpose.
Destined to become a scapegoat for what was once
A magnificent form of being.
