Marcolorenzo Ruggenti Poet Rhyme

SPACE TIME GRIDS

There were boxes of memories piled high
From the ground up to the sky
And in each one like cubes of solitary glass
Shinning in the sun
It seemed as if time were frozen in the past
Unrelieved by forward or backward reverberations
In this matrix of unending associations.

Recitations on these grids of spatial time
Were punctuated by equal strips of glowing 
Equivalences of rhyme
And standing there between these strips 
Of shimmering iridescences
I could look back over my shoulder and see
The future mirrored in the past of essences.
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Marcolorenzo Ruggenti November 11, 2025 at 4:23 AM This is an early poem written when I was 28 and a student in architecture at Harvard University in the USA. I am now living in Tuscany Italy. At that time I was also painting as I am now and I had trance visions which resulted in very deep paintings which have received great acclaim over the years. This poem came to me all at once as a full whole like a vision that generated some of the paintings. Thank you for your comments. I will keep in touch & read some of your work as soon as possible. Ghairo Daniels November 12, 2025 at 3:56 AM ThkU 4 replying, MarcoLorenzo. It sounded like a visionary download to me. As Earth expands into 5D, working with space-time grids is becoming very important as they need to open up for upmoving energy to locate itself on lighter timelines. I don’t really write about space work since it cannot really b articulated. Blessings, Ghairo.

Ghairo Daniels November 11, 2025 at 2:54 AM WOW ! Awesome depiction of Space-Time Grids I’ve ever come across, MarcoLorenzo. Did it come as a vision, dream, imagination or dimensional travel ? I’d be so interested to know. Light frequencies from South Africa., Ghairo. Marcolorenzo Ruggenti November 12, 2025 at 2:18 AM "This is an early poem written when I was 28 and a student in architecture at Harvard U. I am now living in Italy and painting. I was also painting then. And I had trance visions which resulted in very deep paintings which have received acclaim over the years. This poem came to me all at once like a vision that generated some of the paintings. Thank you for your comments. I will keep in touch & read some of your work as soon as possible."