Every present--an eternity. Every past--an eternity ago. Every future--an eternity away. Past, present, future--drone on at once, as one. The present, a story I tell in the future. The past, a story I tell today. The future, only my hope, or my fear. The past, illuminated by the light of today. Today, by the light of the future. The future, created by the past and the present.

Past--present--future intertwined. Time dissolves--space is meaningless, for it is only traversed in time. Outside space-time--looking over and into spacetime like a fishbowl--the superstructure of space and time melds these three elements of time and space into reality--the intersections between our personal stories--the relationships between people--a global network of space--time--interpersonal contact--from here, our perceptions of truth.

Truth? Lies? Being? Non-being? Seeming? Non-seeming? Social construction--false dichotomy, false distinctions--past--present--future. NOW is eternity. The only moment is NOW--beyond that, a veil--other nows appear, but there is but one NOW, forever and always, vibrating at a slow undulating pitch, in tune with all else.

Decaying signal--menacing vibrations--a worsening world, full of chaos--wars and rumors of wars--plagues and earthquakes and fires--a preference for chaos, a preference for complexity--a false sense of mastery over our own fate--over simplicity--over the natural order of things. The vibration quickens, the networks of human interrelationship widen and become more complex.

The future is now--speculation of the end of history--the past is forgotten--the stories are no longer told--distant--trampled--we forget The NOW, it’s apocalyptic immediacy--unity--memory--hope--experience. We forget our connection--love--understanding--union. We hate our fellow man--negative binds--vibrations degraded and quickened again--out of synch with how they have been forever. Now is detaching from The NOW--hurtling towards chaos--towards oblivion--apocalypse. The future is now--the past a lie--the present darkness.

But the fundamental vibrations of the universe--the superstructure of all things--the fundamental direction in which this is all heading--no direction in space nor path traversed in time--the ultimate fate--the ultimate NOW--on the other side of the oblivion. Now is now is NOW is NOW is NOW. NOW is at hand, when “God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.”

The ecstasy, the being free, the big black cloud over you and me
And after that, the upwards fall, and were we angels after all?


I can no longer feel time.


Empathogenic LOVE.


We live together in a photgraph... of time.

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death



But, oh! What providence!
What divine intelligence!
That you should survive
As well as me

It gives my heart
Great joy
To see your eyes fill with fear

So lean in close
And I will whisper
The last words you'll hear



Well some day you will die somehow and
Something's going to steal your carbon

the floral scent of euphoria wisps past my neurological nostrils


Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

If you can hear this whispering you are dying


Reflected deicit. A face. A mind.
People parked. An army of thougts retreating towards oblivious.
Quartre of light. Triangle of thought. A circle of nothing.
A head. Four limbs. Seven sisters. What for? Where did they go? bury them in black sand.
Our glass of hope trickeling. The tides have left a mark and wasted an ideal.
Too fast, Too fast.
Stop!
Motion upon motion. Red eyes glinting, motioning towards cheap.
Coughing like pigs. Why wont they stop talking? Red eyes glinting. Bleeting like sheep
Theyre fighting. I can feel them fighting. I can feel them fighting
No! No! No! Too late.
No applause: just a tango for peace.
Thursday morning priest clothed in rags and tatters collecting his misbeleifs
Ten percent rainbows exploding from the heavens
purple! blue light! green! red! viovet! soft indigo! caressing shades of marigold jello intermixing with flowing oranges !
The color of my toughts.
The components of my dreams
I do exist me! penny! i exist!
Truth.
Lies.
Beleive me.
Dont beleive me.
Yes.
Symbols of me scattered, searching, and everlasting.
Persading mists of hidden truth.
sex? of course you love sex you have no choice. c
ome ill move to your move.
sigh to your sigh.
die.
communication breakdown between you and you.
give me the reason to best the nerve
ramble on in further
more tax
doctor h
otel
loud loud loud
clear i shout
voices
soft
sink low
still to listen
oh darkness oh darkness


Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way


Waiting for someone[/b] or something to show you the way