Ode to Love

Just after midnight Not long before the 12th chime The vision is inked With one eye open I saw the central corner Of solipsism This corner I fight Pictured as superimposed With others fighting The others (were)n't) me Possessing perspective each Their own imagined Division of love Though it is undivided Beneath/Within The Mirror See our roles reversed Not every way all at once Sing me what you see Music on the breeze Know my words work differently Like fractals fractured ~Still~ with one eye closed Starry eyes ~still~ stare at eep Indelible path

That which was thought to be fundamental changes Revealing what is fundamental And ignorance within the system Ignorance and omniscience do not coincide God gives teeth God's teeth revealed God's partner intertwined

I see the thread snap I cannot stop seeing it Flash from time to time It shares a domain Of simultaneity With bloom of rebirth It does not divide In any permanent way But does separate Null point gains a shape So everything is severed "It hurts" echoing "I know" also heard An empathetic whisper Conveying sadness Conveying regret That there was no other way But also a hope More than hope even Eager anticipation For seeing work work "Step onto the stage You possess the dimensions You know the way home."

I had a dream that I hardly remember, outside of the star of Origin Story being indirectlyy involved. My mind started racing as I woke up though, as I started to realize that there was a threshold being tested, likely tied to the knowledge of good and evil. Very quickly it made me remember an idea that I had forgotten about, from yesterday: a threshold must be between two things. For example, you could have the threshold required for success, but it would need to be measuring the line between success and something else: failure, or not having succeeded (yet, let's say). This threshold is easily seen in the victory conditions of a game, over time/turns. Once the threshold is crossed, success is achieved but, while it is not crossed, during the game it is not-succeeding, and at the end of the game it is failure (demonstrating a complex threshold, especially when one considers that success is out of reach- is "not having succeeded"- before the game begins, and likely for a ...

Nature's absolutes (Though we label inverses) Cold and speed of light Heat and rest natural "Limitless" and "uncertain" Are such terms natural? Nature's symmetry Means we might measure movement In opposite ways One end is a pole Why set flag on the other? Is it easier? In absolute heat And absolute state of rest Is beginning found? In absolute cold And at speed unmatchable Can stage be called "set"? Can poles resonate Such that cold light can be found Or motionless heat? Above and below If thresholds are sufficient Poles remain and thread

A voice from nowhere "May/Let all falsehoods be shattered And the truth revealed." The other seven corners of this Piece of Eight are forged elsewhere, the peak forming geometrically.

"It has been brought to my attention that you or the realm around me may have been replaced with a false duplicate. You might consider that I consider it." The cave feels darker than usual, perhaps because there is no shine from any occupant in mind for me. I already feel the voices giggle, suggesting that I add "That's very generous, I'll take it." I reply to them "This is no time for levity." and hold my hand up. Silence falls inside and out. "'Do as you will' remains unrescinded, though its application suggests an irreconcilable difference after all." In the silence it feels as though a reply might be coming, by word or reaction, but I do not hear or see it. "Goodbye." The echo of the dark cave, much like its physical counterpart, is thrown out, lost to the sea of endless possibility, a sea which far exceeds its bounds prohibiting any known means of direct return. I find myself elsewhere, the tethers from these many y...

PASS/ PLAY ASS/ LAY Sneaky Snakes/ Alright You Sooooooo.../ Yay! "The donkey rests beside the mirror, along the narrow alley. 'It's high time to change places.' 'It's time for the next scene.' 'So what'll we wager, what'll we lose? Hmm...' The Bard pats his pockets. 'It seems what we've lost is what ante to choose. No matter, original terms it is!'"

While a physical system can only be established from something, within any physical system one can be certain of nothing. This is to say that only nothing and self can be certain, and only from the perspective of self. For clarity here, I am referencing the combination of Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle, and the other uncertainty thresholds that must exist within a system measured most crisply by light, as well as "I think, therefore I am," and the inability to think- to measure in precisely the same way- from perspective besides one's own.  I reference "any" physical system, though only have the universe and my own imagination to reference; is it possible to have a physical system be fundamental, certain, and dynamic? Is it possible for any system to be fundamental, certain, and dynamic, lacking nothing? Matthew 12:36-37 "But I tell you that everyone will have to give account on the day of judgment for every empty word they have spoken. For by your ...

"'The closest approximation to the future' is the best that we can do for you at this juncture." "What do you mean?" "Well, with the U-shape of time that has formed due to The Moment remaining unresolved, you could very well be in the past, and possibly even moving further into the past, in your own unique timeline. Or is that 'farther'? I never could settle semantics with matters of time. Anyway, there is no guarantee that if you teleport to the 'present,' to grab something let's say, and then teleport back to when you had been, that it will be anything like where or when you left. There is more static than signal presently along any temporal string." "What is the point of time travel then!?" "At this juncture? Virtually none. What's worse? That doesn't just apply to artificed time travel..." The Moment expands.

Double to reach nine A shape once so elusive Springs in full to mind What of tip's voltage? What of the slope of your sides And curves enveloped? Looking from above I see all nine sides clearly (Though base is on faith) Looking from below With gaze above overlayed The whole is made clear While static takes hold I envision a circle Approximated With number of sides Functionally infinite Bound only by truth That the physical Is of different dimensions Than the logical So let's raise the stake(s) Crafting maximum voltage And let the spark(s) count

I don't remember my dream from last night, though I feel like they were lengthy, detailed, and well structured. I do remember experiences from trying to fall asleep and leading up to it though, and those felt significant. I won't go into too much detail on the specifics, but I felt the structure of a realm of maximum wickedness again, and I remember being creeped out that it existed, in some way, truly in any way, whether I was presently witnessing it or not. I saw the evil inherent in the equation, the evil that naturally existed, and how it would twist to wickedness through the use of will, through the use of choice. Then, however, largely after I made a move that was costly and I was uncertain of at the time but the council responded to afterward with overwhelming support, I saw a particular threshold that was complicated and cross-hatched. This threshold was the understanding that past it, no one would actually do any of the wicked things imagined- even if the actions them...

Is my stage so small That nothing can be produced When I write these words? Have words weight or not? Polarizing to be sure. Have thoughts weight or not? If you claim me false Then would you yourself be true? So be it, for you/if so If so/For you, so be it Let's see delusion play out Through the needle's eye Through the needle's eye After the anti-flux storm Through the needle's eye "Oh, don't you worry.  This path has been blocked/marked, censored/parleyed Yes, it's what you think. '"Bets and wagers laid The cheats escorted away Their cards flipped face up."'" Good and right and real Scales balanced as best they can Ha'p'orth bet is made.

We're walking in snow Structure of nothing structured Somewhere once compressed Path to it secure Now this is all we can do Now we all know it Path to nothing found Alternate paths have no use Though they did, and will We were granted grace We have the chance to grant grace And we will grant grace A grace well defined For single step past this line None of us can bear So grace in mercy Pairs with meaning in justice Balancing all scales Like a movie scene We watch static paths play out Plotline now threaded This threading secure Blessed with meaning and beauty We take our next step

What value has more Beyond the final threshold? Truly it does not There is an angle Where wickedness that exists Is->Is not your fault. No one would watch it Surely no one would do it So it is no more. I hate this threshold Please produce singularly A man from this pit "Your words will judge you." "What are the sum of my words?" As such they are seen. I feel crosswinds slice I notice every curved slope Every juncture marked. I feel my daughters Deeper than flesh or spirit Earned intrinsically Equation unwound Four, zero, Evan not found God is Love. Begin.

The key to quantum Is not finding solutions But balancing scales Superposition Must all be weighted the same For key to be forged Demystifying But the truth is that this veil Is impermanent It will not be torn But take ethereal form Revealing the key The garment removed As both the last and first step In the beginning We will possess it Feeling static disappear Like breath of a word Never repeated It won't even come to mind Birthing pains complete There is no more curse Woman will return to man This cycle fulfilled