As the electromagnetic event
unfolds along the spatial
coordinates of the axes
humankind is most attuned to
ripples in realtime expand
outward often at the same
time and never in sync.
Despite all the old stories
having been lost
somehow from deep within
their forgotten lore
diamonds emerge
that stick in the memory
of all who behold them.
These gem points
are more like moments
in time, separated by
annihilating whirlpools
and casting their solitary light
upon these shifting battlefields
as one single shadow leaning
into the setting sun.
An array of eyelets
letting in the light
pinholes in a shroud
draped over the world.
The inner organs
of the super attenuated
manifestations of light
reveal themselves after
having performed their function
in a sort of turned inside-out array
of spatial configuration
set above us all
as if we are upon the dot
of the very punctuation mark
we dare to question.
Simply step up onto the podium
to ask and watch the world
retreat around you
hissed the whispers
echoing in the wind.
Such it has always been
since the mind like men's
be questioned.
Such it will always be
to see thine self
in the same
mirrored
reflection.
We travel forward
hoping to circumvent
the nexus left in the wake
of our predecessors
who hoped we would
not awaken.
We move along the timeline
with eyes wide open
looking forward to score
a token of appreciation
for the path we have taken.
We walk in electromagnetic
harmony with the conductor
and reactor after dreaming
in a state of suspension
and slumber.
