Saloon Doors Swinging

Eyes on the digital clock periodically...  

Keeping time and tempo...  

Flurries of activity punctuated by hours of waiting,  

Or is that vice versa?  

Times slows when attention is given to it...  

Perception is reality...  

We change time all the time...  

We manipulate it with our attention...  

We create gravity wells via contemplation and concentration...  

Electrons transform from waves to particles just by our focused attention on them...  

These things have been scientifically proven...  

We don't know why...  

Or maybe we do, but we can't seem to put it into words that don't sound impossible...  

We exist in a space within a space within a space, and so on...  

Galactic turtles swimming in the tachyon flow,  

Undulating back and forth like a dancer's hips...  

A dancing multiverse crackling with electromagnetism...  

Projecting holograms of physicality...  

If you pinch yourself,  

It doesn't prove this is more than a dream...  

Intermission at the drive in...  

Fumbling towards the overcrowded restrooms...  

Moths and June bugs bumping into every light source...  

Drawn to the light and the heat...  

Unable to resist the ageless photons being fast absorbed, reflected, and diffused by every obstacle between them and infinity...  

Ageless things gone in an instant...  

Waves becoming other waves overlapping a galaxy of disparate waves and harmonic waves and synchronic waves...  

The bedpost ringing like a bell sometimes...  

Distant memories of once being a man...  

Human is just a label...  

I call myself that for the sake of convenience...  

So I don't lose my place in the world...  

It's just a bookmark,  

The story is so much bigger than just this one life has to contribute...  

Just a mote of dust glinting in shafts of sunlight...  

Lost in an ocean of virtual drops...  

Just another tiny piece of the unified field...  

Within it, without it, dispersed evenly across the void...  

One with the source,  

Yet forever trying to individuate...  

Buoys bobbing in the waves...  

Circles radiating out from the perceived center of gravity...  

Perceived center of self and will...  

Trying to measure the massless and the incorporeal...  

Time isn't physical, it's just the space that allegedly physical constructs experience kinetics inside of...  

Time is an empty room...  

Consciousness swings wide the saloon doors and stomps in...