Cosmic Adventure
There, upon the launchpad, the countdown proceeds
as bolts explode, and the umbilical apparatus releases,
and massive amounts of energy bursts from engine ignition
to create propulsion thrust and lift-off reaction
for the vehicle’s escape from Earth’s gravitational attraction
in sequential stages, skyrocketing into the orbital trajectory
of slingshot phenomenon to the universe of cosmic adventure,
likened to explorers in olden days piercing the unknown aperture.
Through the porthole, astronauts marvel at the spectacular scenery
as they watch their country on the blue planet disappear gradually.
Emotionally restrained, the astronauts resume their mission,
methodically pushing buttons and recording observations
in a four-dimensional continuum relativity experience,
limited in scope by the laws of scientific ingenuity.
ME:
Deja vu-
It startles me at times.
Like a mirror, coming before me;
A conversation
An interaction
Almost anything-
Exact in every detail
As I lived it before.
I am mesmerized,
Asking myself-
How does this happen?
COSMOS:
All is saved in the
Mirrored Galaxy of Life.
There are four walls in
Four-Dimensional Space-Time.
Like a mirror, they safeguard
Your beginning to end
With images from your
Birth,
Childhood,
Adulthood
and Death-
Saved from every second
Of your life in this Universe.
The mirror of your life,
Inside the Gallery of Time
Of the Space-Time Continuum,
Forever and Ever in
Four-Dimensional Space-Time.
ME:
Where somehow, seconds escape
As real-time mirrored rays
To reflect again in my mind?
COSMOS:
Yes.
a four dimensional conscious-nest
means
the mind's as a reality time womb
len
four dimensional space-time
balances on a fulcrum
called our fifth dimension
a 'retreat' while
some four dimensional
knot sorts out
stan sand
all-ways
a worlds reality be
a mental perspective as and of...
a four dimensional world
but
beyond that reality be
better views of the inside and outside of...
buttressing frameworks that support those 4d worlds
that
their existence is as doors to be
there as access entry to a five dimensional now of...
their existence and where-in one may mechanic their own 4d world
stan sand
Deja vu-
it startles us at times-
in a flash- coming before us;
a conversation
an interaction
almost anything-
exact in every detail
as we lived it before.
We are mesmerized,
asking ourselves-
how does this happen?
All is saved in The Gallery of Life.
There are four walls in
Four-Dimensional Space-Time.
Like a gallery, they safeguard
our beginning to end
with images from our
birth,
childhood,
adulthood
and death,
saved from every second
of our life in this Universe.
The gallery of our life
in the gallery of time;
in the space-time continuum,
forever and ever in
Four-Dimensional Space-Time-
Where somehow- seconds escape
to wake our memories-
in real-time.
Inside monotheistic ego aware
feeling
outside polytheistic co-empathic
These inside enlightened intuitions
outside verbal empowering cognitions
reflecting cooperative
in-between positive co-relationship
representing explicit wealth wants
and implied health needs
Win/Win co-relational regard
awareness
noticing all genetic roads lead back
back
back
To outside EarthTribe stabilization
inside
four-dimensional whole system fractals
Winters inside dormant outside
Springing active outside leading
feeding inside wealth of hunger
and healthy thirst
Summer ego/eco-climaxing systems
nurturing nutritional
identity individuation
full Yang cooperative maturation
Falling mortal outside leaves
failing freezing young root systems,
buried inside nuts
and seeds
of potential refertility
Autumn's harvest integrity
reflecting
fomenting inside naked souls
feeding outside depleted soil
Positively regarding balance
tipping winter solstice promise
of ecosystemic past inside
and future outside
regenerations
Yet to EarthTribe thrive
despite genocidal
climate warnings
Inside ego aware
encultured feelings
outside co-empathic.
butter...quantums!...fly in every kitchen
quantum butter however flies as...everywhere
when trefoil bubbles rise...as heat
greasing particles...so to speak
along times imaginary...numbered axes
and biasing spherical wave expansions...relative
some pre-caused destination point in a...four dimensional universe
the medium of which is termed a...trefoil population of
quantum butterflies with two wing speeds....'c'!?...an on or off
stan sand
As a four dimensional tree
beginning and ending
As from the time they met
felt of SPRING
like the beginning of such
growing to take place
But SUMMER brings rain
to re appear especially on
such a gloomy day
First intolerable act it seems
as to appear to make one
disappear
Both FALL as time may seem
to blow by,
Leaves darker than the last,
as word's unsaid , they seem
to not be , branches start
showing like ones true color, for
snowflakes are showing an
ending period that could be under
distress
WINTER weather you may get
more or less, yet , weather
declining maybe for the best
The snowflake is glowing for the
sun will be a showing, where
are we going as in seasonal
directions dimensional
What is it like to be a dreamer?
It’s like being told a honest lie,
and then being slapped in the face.
It’s like being restless,
and lost, in a
Four dimensional
Infinitely floored
Hotel.
It’s like feeling you’ve found
A way to devour the divergence,
But no way
to escape the convergence.
It’s like chasing something cunning,
But also being chased
by something else cunning.
It’s like being jealous,
Jealous enough to lose your mind,
And Jealous enough to make you feel warm.
It’s like being shot up
straight into the sky
But being dragged down
in a never ending spiral.
It’s so crazy,
But it’s also so fun.
That’s why it’s so confusing.
In this infinity starving for the answer
Robots calculate galaxies and pray for cancer
To eat their gears and grind their eyes
Into a four-dimensional tone ringing cries
The eternal scream vibrates inside a dream
Lost upon awakening souls converge
Bewildered at the crossroads seeking a seam
To open and fill the festering urge
Sophia aches in mourning as morning rises
To meet the meat of the day
Wearing weathered and worn disguises
Awaiting their union with clay
Rabbits at junctions are often akin to moons at traffic lights. A light lunch is preferable to a whisky scone when taking a picnic to a lake. But playlists can play so font argue with a flamed fortress of fig. Tailoring a suit for a nine foot bead and dazzling s crowd with a one millimetre tiara is not a sound judgment for a counting ball. 1 2 3 then. Radio that on a one kilometre hand held microphone. Hahahahaha the skipping rope is jumping in a hula hoop today. Lovely. It is not the way of the feathered cloud to land in a field fuelled upside-down but a gridlocked four dimensional satanic bowler hat can swim many acres in a spotted swimsuit. Good. Underpasses underwater underground undertake uniquely unequal unisons. And a proxy is neither productive nor normal. Statutory static authorisational code bringing wine to a ball room. Fantastic news for the pillar. Geranium gathering giblets. And a pie. Wow. Xxxxx destitution demon demonstrated dogmatic dramas digging. Xxxxxx counter intelligence and no matter. Xxxxx miscommunication Z
Four Walls
There are four walls in
Four-Dimensional Space-Time.
Like a gallery, they safeguard
our beginning to end
with images from our
birth,
childhood,
adulthood
and death,
saved from every second
of our life in this Universe.
The gallery of our life
in the gallery of time;
in Space-Time Continuum,
forever and ever in
Four-Dimensional Space-Time.
Sandra M. Haight
~NA~
Contest: Four Walls
Sponsor: C.T.
Judged: -3/12/2016
December 6th 2006
Lost Dimensions
A one dimensional walk – I take - with you.
A four dimensional journey I want to go through
time’s passing, – with you – that is what I would like to do
with what is left of this old, used up life of mine.
Oh !, to share experiences – to know feelings so fine
is how I would like to share the rest of my time.
Unfortunately, reality will not come from this attempt at rhyme
to bring you closer to understanding or to compassion.
Oh !, to open those doors, – closed tightly on me – to feel your passion,
your love, even if being platonic is the only direction.
A friend to you, I will always be, even to the bitter end,
and this you remember, no matter what comes, I am your friend.
B. J. “A” 2
Wm. J. Atfield Jr.
Four Dimensional Elements
Solidity
Earth
Land by soil to
Dancing stone
Treads its path to water
Kisses the feet of
Home
Between
Air
Fragrance clouded
And plumed pillars of
Breathing Earths
Seething repentance
In rain
Catching
Water
The flippant leaves
Acquiescent flow echo
Reverberated poundings in
Waves
And falls a blessing
Liberty
Fire
Recombination of release
Prevailing supplicant of
Mystery
And Mother of
Light
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