Fumble Busted
not much is ever clear
as the sound of a bell
reigning all the time
or hardly ever heard
all roads must be negated
and a path still remain
that be a detour round
any blockage of brain
an eternity of time
is elimination of all
through contemplation
while a thought stain remains
in life as a dawning
of understanding as to how
mechanics of reality works
through concept expressions
symbols and words end
but for a scalar awareness
of absence as potential
where-from be reality manifestations
like with scotty the starship engineer
stuck in the transporter beam for years
till what was possible in the chaos became clear
and someone pushed a button so scotty re-appeared
euler greased the wheels
with his famous vehicle of thought
where-by space-time equaled that which was not
of any other possibility but what remained
sought as unseen
was a potential from micro to macro
a scalar and constant
as if of...a dream
don't fear the fumble
it's how we all learn
mistakes are the cards
of a house busted by yearns
for a potential driving force
behind a fumble-busted space-time
steering realities opposites
onto life's main course...time-space
stan sand
Copyright © Sand Blown | Year Posted 2020
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