Like waves of eternity on endless sandy mindscapes,
Hypnotic patterns of thought create continuous swirls
Amidst the cerebral anemones and sunken debris
Of previous, failed, explorative conquests.
Thoughts louder than the static from space,
Patterns of fractal creation,
Crashing in smaller evenly spaced dissipation, resulting in a slight buzz.
Space static coercing modern radios like the collision of chemicals in the synaptic cleft,
Similar to the oxymoronic process that can direct meditation consciously,
and transmit a clearer message for the conduit.
Out of continual eternity; a series of repetitions.
Thought created to hypnotize the soul on a search for alternate planetary wavelengths.
Relaxed for reception of beneficial future transmissions,
Knee deep in the tide of time,
And collapsing into the hammock of the cosmos,
like a star exhausted of it’s energy.
Copyright © Matthew Sample | Year Posted 2012
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