Pruning away
The dead branches,
Sometimes...
Pruning away
Some of the living,
Sometimes...
Pieces of flesh
Falling
To the earth...
Does it decay,
And nourish the roots?
There are changes
Happening,
Inside,
Outside...
Not like the changing
Of the seasons,
But much like
The changing of the seasons...
Floating
In the center
Of a sphere,
Totally enclosed...
The inner surface
Of the sphere
Is jet black,
But polished
To a mirror shine...
"I am"
Is the only
Thing
That can be seen...
"I think therefore I am"
Does not
Make this sensation
Real...
Does not make this "body"
Real...
The event horizon
Passes through itself,
Imprisons itself,
Destroys itself,
Frees itself,
And creates itself...
Re-creates itself...
Illusion upon illusion...
Pieces
Constantly falling away...
Steadily
Falling away...
Faster
And
Faster
And
Faster
Just as the expansion
Of the universe
Is accelerating,
Has been
Accelerating
Since
Its non-existent,
Impossible
Beginning...
A birth
That never was...
A birth
That was
And was not...
It sprung from
The earth,
It grew
In the
Vacuum of space,
The vacuum of space grew
From a consciousness
Fractured
Into
Infinity...
This may sound like
"God,"
But that is not
How this story began...
This is a metaphor...
This is physics
And mathematics
And quantum flux...
It
Feels
Like
Falling...
Not Falling in love...
Just falling...
These are emotions
Being expressed...
These are just words...
In the beginning,
There was turmoil,
Superheated plasma
And chaos...
Something,
Nothing,
Pulling itself inside out,
Tearing itself apart,
Putting itself back together,
Over
And
Over
And
Over...
Pruning away
The dead branches...
Traveling
The same roads
In different ways...
Pruning away
The living
To shape the corpus
In some
Communicatable
Way...
Emotion
Suddenly
Sprung into being,
Eternally writhing
In and around itself...
Vipers
Overwintering
Inside an infinite sphere
Constantly recreating
Itself/themselves
In a futile attempt
To figure out
Just what they are,
And why they came to be...
These words
Are not
A creation mythology...
These words are emotions
Being expressed...
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