The universe relentlessly expands in vicious circles, of which I move around in
Infinite regression is the mark I toe, that leads me to ecumenical emancipation
I collect neural correlates of consciousness from the stars in an unkempt sky
Pollinating nuclear fusions with my angular momentum, if that makes any sense
I commence to dispense immense nonsense in sequence with no consequence
Out of the darkness it has come to light that we are all crepuscular tortoises
Traversing the shell of a much larger terrapin, as one would walk on the ground
Realizing the cosmos is no less than turtles stacked on turtles all the way down
Date: 6/29/19
Contest: The Universe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
re-post inspired by MRose contest
Paths of pathos,phantoms of the mind
meditations of consciousness in a sense
of the unreal.Places times and space
haunt and become perturbing enigmas
in spatial dimensions of an unforseen
waking reality
Beyond the time I bethought thy ambiguity
With you I aspire the longanimity
Beyond the prophecy there crests thy conceivability
With you I cognize the viability.
Beyond thy persuasion I bechanced your propinquity
With you I behold the emotionality
Beyond the state of elated bliss there prehends thy fidelity
With you I summon the reality.
Beyond the beauty I got hold of your integrity
With you I propel morality
Beyond the smile there hazes over thy timidity
With you the shyness broke to chastity.
Beyond the journey I conformed to serenity
With you I got word that there exist eternality
Beyond the nature there fragrances a virtuality
With you I revered ideality.
Beyond a relation there dilates a compilation of esoteric affinity
With you I got hold thy spirituality
Beyond the secrecy there exists enshrouded duality
With You, me makes us evermore infallibility.
Hertzian type waves
seven degrees in series
octave interval
Sent in a vision, to aerial views
You send me thus, burnt into the blue
in a panic of upside, of right side, of down
You palpitate ozones and spin me around
The land is a span to be pierced, flying higher
The sky is my foothold to walk undesired
while all of my instruments tell me I'm wrong
I hold off on turning a little too long
An angle of nose diving into the sea
when all of my feelings communicate me
and the world as I know it lights up in a flash
when "up" becomes "down" in a serpentine crash...