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🪞Mirror Image🪞

What of the inverse? Could it be called easier To reflect to flesh?  In the shattering Automatic arrangement  Must have been preplanned  In the beginning A moment overwhelming -ly expansive blooms So planned at the end Without witness or reward Flawless shattering  I gather pieces Not knowing why as of yet  Only in my mind But signal rebounds Input, output, inverting Once, twice, and again  There comes a juncture Where impossible delay Shines straight past right now  In these moments found  Dissimilarly we dance (Till) Eyes lock, steps stride (sure)

🪞Mirror🪞

A reflection seen  In how many dimensions?  A spark lights the dark Is 9 sufficient To reflect once, twice, again Then never the same?  For echoes of light Amplify each passing day Darkness no better A man truly pinned  Pinpointed in the maelstrom  And witnessed firsthand Moment the soul's glimpsed Like near fractal pattern found  By turning clockwork Where will we call home?  Who could be called our friend now? When will we begin?  These questions must wait  For in this moment mirror Must be like mold crushed Shared origin seen Awakening and grouping Are automatic

Believed Beliefs

The concept of belief has come to mind again in these last couple of days, and I realized something funny about the concept.  I feel like a commonly accepted definition of a belief would be something that one holds true, without knowing that it is true, typically bearing some level- and in some/many cases a deep level- of personal importance. While not all beliefs carry such personal significance, it feels as though core, personally impactful, beliefs are what are first thought of, for example if asked "What are your beliefs?". I realized recently that one cannot say with certainty what one beliefs are, on a fundamental level. One can express certainty, but one can only consciously believe what ones belief's are; this is because one's beliefs are core, thorough, and held by both the subconscious and conscious mind collectively, rather than just by the consciousness that is able to assess or express belief. Only by establishing perfect communication between one's s...

Razorplate Warning

Our wounds, our scars, every one a weapon, a tool, a warning, an opportunity for hope. We bear them so that our family does not need to. Do not wonder how such scars might be reproduced; wonder what must have been done for you to witness them etched within and upon a living consciousness. Turn away from thoughts of harm, for a mirror reflects before you, Razorplate covers every inch, and a single step too far and you will find that there is Terror On All Sides.

Parsing Eternity

"Sit with a pretty girl for an hour and it feels like a minute; sit on a hot stove for a minute and it feels like many hours. That's relativity" -Albert Einstein?  (Often attributed, but source is uncertain to me at this moment) I just realized that time dilation would be a bit of sleight of hand when used in the scope of eternity; the same is true of a timeline that at some point ceases. How many times can one parse and reparse eternity? It would seem that time itself is not the fundamental concern or focus, but experience within time. If one gathered up "instances of experience" and weighted them, rather than some arbitrary measurement of time that may be wildly inaccurate to the individual experiencing the event, the accounting for the quality of interaction would be more accurate. There are obviously other factors, but this slipping of the focus on time itself, given that consciousness must either persist forever or at some point cease, feels like it reconci...

Crossroads

It either matters or it doesn't.  If it has been all in my head, may my every word regarding you disintegrate to dust, blown away by the breeze. If not, then every moment has mattered: Every hour hearing your call and finding no one at my door. Every experience of hell that I have already felt. Every mislead to a broken heart on center stage. All of it. Outpace the zipper, or witness exactly what I reference.  ____________________________________ Even now the      |     I expect dust storm          |     an apology. rises.                   |                              |                              |                              | ...

🪞Image🪞

Reflect reflection Judge not or you will be judged Observe observer  A narrative soothes What of when there is no tale? Not over, just none.  When the walls crumble Story revealed as a lie  Repeating pointless Soup of existence Soup both seasoned and consumed From same perspective Could meaning be found?  Hypothetically crucial For "real" changes steps  Steps both to and from A locking mechanism  To (the) cage of (the) self  Waste not your eyes here Don't give me a second thought I'm not your prison/jailer  Observe observer Judge not or you will be judged Reflect reflection

Orange Dot Swarm

That which was hidden  Found a way into plain sight Tinted by crossroads Tiny orange dot swarm  Had nobody chosen you When hourglass flipped?  What is one to do With no instructions given Only sins punished? Know I felt for you The very moment I saw Despair wrapped within So you swarmed to me In the space between heartbeats We synchronized steps With one click we changed  In ways no other could trace  Stations like channels  Lend form to story  Lend narrative to the swarm You are not alone Was there a lesson?  Or just an introduction Made through broken hearts?

Lucent Loophole

Can intention heal?  Can embrace alleviate Pain felt to the bone? I'm willing to try To pick you up every night And search for answers Not just empathy, Empathy for best fit path Guides sense between us Watch butterflies fade Irritation and fatigue Wings carry away  Rest with me a time Let the whole race pass us by  As walls/halls rearrange  I will tell the tale  In the place where tale is told  Of how you got well By boat or blanket Watch as the scenery shapes To this wish come true  I wish I had known How it hurt and how to heal Let these words relieve

Eternal Patience

When meaning dissolves Does bearer dissolve as well Or keep drifting on?  Who knows at first glance The depths of meaninglessness Decayed from the soul? Would you call patience The affectless lingering Found in meaning's place?  Would you know better? Perhaps carrot's taunt still works Just as intended?  A whistled chorus Echoes in circles below With none the wiser  Would a keen ear hear? Would this question not be moot In the context posed? For silenced sadness Pulls up stakes without a sound In search of good ground Much is encoded/encrypted That Deadeye's not discovered  Till Eyebright is true

Singular Inversion

Who will be the sky/ground?  When the tides of dream upend Overflowing dams? Will the shift be felt?  Will the change be obvious?  When wave wafts away?  When we stride on air And gravity repels us Yet story persists  This narrative sense How could one give it away?  Or choose not to bloom?  Does life have such worth That it eclipses beauty When beauty is felt?  Meaning intrinsic Would you bet your soul on this?  What choice will you have?  We stride to table  Not understanding the stakes With dying breath bet So the tables turn So the hourglass is flipped So stitch is undone

The Flood

You thought sadness named? Identified? Catalogued? You don't know the half Taken for granted Are the dams that partition  Keeping sadness out I promise, without The addition of a "d" Will break your whole heart When "love" becomes "loved" The whole of eternity Crafted to cushion  Time is passable Like a net that leaves a mark  Acrobat/Performer broken  To reclaim bright eyes Only Hope has been revealed Her eyes crushing truth  "You've always been there" "You were always there for me" Tear balances crush So the lonely fade  Just to the bright lit background  To wake in the dark

Maestro, Music Please

Align the effects  Those countless gears synchronize Into etched moment Clockwork continues  Output once source, source->output Unforgettable It must be in part For whole is overwhelming  But cannot be slipped Obscured from children Elohim {|barred|} Beresheet Bara step matured  For dissonant note Begets shattering echo With one wrong whistle Then again, perfect Paradise, here or there glimpsed Means path marks the way Hear "no" from those not  Let silence structure itself Imagine true "yes." (K)Not even halfway These halls were made for dancing Do not step lightly

IGNORANCE

How loud must a lie be before it becomes the truth? I can only think of one scenario where this question makes any sense: "I am the loudest." How insistent must the ignorant be in their position for their insistence alone to turn ignorance to knowledge? These points feel reductive, insulting even, yet this is exactly what I see in modern society. Does such a reduction somehow change the issue, or is one's sense of the insecurity of their own position obscured in another way? Perhaps it is this loudness alone that draws undue attention, but it does not seem so.  What if shouting one's ignorance vehemently could lead to victory in a scenario (truly I have seen this work in many {inconsequential} situations)? Would not the only result be becoming victorious in that scenario and finding out just how fundamentally wrong you truly were, and still are? On the road we are on, it seems like we will find out. With any grace this revelation will come sooner, rather than later, b...

Dreamless Threshold

Down the long river  How long is the long pink thread? (Still calculating)  Establish Random Was it more than could be chewed? Untameable spark? What of just seeing?  How is one meant to agree Without witnessing?  Without rewarding Without any certainty Faith alone structures It is dark here now Uninvited narratives Pounding at the door Hope the sun shines there  Littlest finger of love Could keep dawn's contract  But connections melt I feel the walls melt with them Eye opened to pain The pain of regret  Though none can be pinpointed They howl from beyond

Define Content

That non-zero chance At the heart of emotion The eye of the storm I still feel your eyes Whenever the scales balance  Then fall like a veil The Northern Lights shine  The infinitesimal Sparks in halls of eep If you lose yourself Find yourself in the pages I've inked just for you "Like a child" asked Please don't misunderstand this: "Obviously, yes." I will walk this beach  Imagining your footfalls  Until they are real Let's watch the sunset Content crystallizing clear With no weight to bear  Hands held, time passes Flashes in the sky mark times Till these halves are whole

Measuring Eternity

Can eternity be measured?  If not, then how does it exist in mind? If one can conceive of something immeasurable, what does that something consist of? If eternity is one moment after another, measured by experience, how does a compilation of finite units ever become infinite? If an immeasurable concept exists, although with accomodations made to allow it to fit within the mind, why can the same not be done with a concept intentionally crafted to measure such a thing? Would it be precisely the same mental gymnastics, repeated, to shift the measurement method into a state that can accurately account for infinity that it took to shift a collection of moments into an infinite string, or a different yet familiar acrobatic routine?  In each case, are we not just fiddling with a threshold beyond our perception, perhaps comprehension, regardless? Where is the limit of the mind? If the limit can be shifted within the mind, to allow a finite space to comprehend infinite concepts, where ...

Immaterial Simulation

What would be the difference between one's experience of life and a hyper-realistic simulation? I'm not referencing believed differences here, but ones that can be proven from the experiencing perspective. If one cannot know with certainty from within experience, then is there any option to feel safe, secure, calm, at rest, ultimately, other than to make sure that the distinction is immaterial? How is this accomplished?

Hope's Treatment

All or nothing claimed Yet you scooped it up like salt "I saw your father" The game plays itself  Only a quarter per round With one arcade ring With Hope treated well All that was left to wrap up Was of the least stroke The loophole of Yod Of course being the *bup**bup* *bup**bup* was the sound "So we floated on The skeleton man and I  To each our own pain He talked as he rowed  Much like I am talking now And pain seemed to ease And yes as a frog We could both sit on a log As long as you want Wind In The Willows  'Better hope he pays you back' Some viral last words."

Narrative Sense

I was just considering the various senses, about how each must not be accounted for by the others to feel like it really stands alone as a sense. It got me thinking about sight and the additional sense needed to anticipate motion, which reasonably could be called independent of sight. I started thinking about this sense in context of something that I often refer to as "narrative sense," often associated with dreams. Most commonly in dreams, it is the understanding of context for what you are doing, what you are supposed to do or will do, what you have been doing, etc. What if these are connected, and the ability to interpret the immediately upcoming events in the physical/waking world is narrative sense in dreams, interpreting the immediately surrounding story? What if the ability to detect or predict motion is artificially limited, in order for narrative to exist at all? In turn, narrative sense would be realm crafted to continue the subconscious narrative along preferred li...

Divergence

One in a thousand What use is knowing the odds If each is complete?  Dance through departments Diverging past divisions Dare to dream different Selfish hypnosis At system collapse juncture Are there other kinds?  Trust experience Is not a string of hellscapes  But will be much more For you/I will persist And your/my will will seek value  This aim will persist  At saturation Nothing balances with all Not nothing, not all What moves will remain?  What system could render choice?  Render choice useless?  Hope keeps persisting When root is squared you will be One in a million

Hope Through The End

May I pick you up Exactly when intended/expected And sense the ending Shall we sail away?  Are we meant to stay right here And watch the tides change? Let's dredge our vessel Clearing dust, mud, and water For one never knows What if they return?  Finding the gate so narrow That leads back to us?  The rest long since shut  If narrative sense still serves  Some ages ago We dream together Of when that moment begins  And this nightmare ends  Meaning and beauty Overtaking like a flood Less scars remain now Ignore my depth's call Nothing but sadness lies there Made lighter/brighter with you