My eternity plays Out in a continuum of Supersymmetric Flashes I decipher As multidimensional Moments defying Misplaced death And life boundaries As though either Had
Irrevocable
This passage from my book is timely given the intensity of current social, political, religious, and cultural confrontations playing out across the global community. Everything
Kaleidoscope
Born anew, yet I am The soul I always have Been, waiting calmly I reappear out of pasts Not as boundless as my Future passages
Quarks
Illuminations swirl in a Quantum of cyclic streams Impartially oriented Inside conterminous Repercussions occurring With greater precision Than precessions of The equinoxes shrouded Behind the
Escape
I have worlds within Me I cannot escape no More than detaching From my shadow in Daylight and neither can I ignore sonorous Impulses pleading
Reverent
Nature has no arrogance Yet affirms supreme freedom Over episodes of decayed Self-imagery, nor is Nature Fain to dwell on complicacies Spawned by disappearing Reverent
Past Futures
Catalytic breaches caused By egocentric paroxysms disrupt The geometrical precisions of My spiritual intent as I Watch myself drowning under Antimatter ebbs anticipating Foreseeable lapses
Galaxies
Northern moons rise and I breathe ten thousand tides Caressing anxious shores Cautiously traversing Galaxies hitherto concealed Behind osculating planes Deep inside my mind, as
Fearless
I am nature and never Beholden to the nocuous Thinkers who would Convene their anger Into streams of adversity Seeking conquest over My energy, necessarily
Madness
Gravity impedes any Escape from the frenzy Of human madness Wrought of wanton Impertinence erratically Arranging inevitable Tragedies so grievously Pervasive that gratitude Cringes near
Youth
I was a revolutionary In youth seeking out my Inwardness as the only Alternative to a prosaic Childhood I’d rather have Spent soaring above Thermal
Noumenal
I am predisposed to Unbiased infinities free Of flawed aphorisms Always prominent when Caution holds governance Over inner hemispheres Where eternity dwells in Metaphysical time
Sonance
Silence is imagined Except in my deafness to Patterns of whispered Sonance, yet I can now Substantiate there is no Aloneness even with Dragonflies absent
Splendor
My thoughts surge in Silent vibrations quiet As morning splendor Painted in streams Of naiveté auspiciously Surviving my old age Common for eternal Argonauts detached
