Glorious. Bursting microscopic scribbles, veins to capillary highways, limitlessness, bugs against a white cosmic windshield. The immense and the miniscule. Simplicity and complexity. Maps to obliterated territories, from which new worlds are concretized---creation through destruction. Unordered chaos into nascent existence. The aftermath. Simultaneous kaleidoscope to inner and outer space. Flat yet globular. Infinite.
I would live here. In fact, I feel like I have, before being born, or having dwelled as a nightly amnesiac visitor while in deepest sea-diving sleep.
Glorious. Bursting microscopic scribbles, veins to capillary highways, limitlessness, bugs against a white cosmic windshield. The immense and the miniscule. Simplicity and complexity. Maps to obliterated territories, from which new worlds are concretized---creation through destruction. Unordered chaos into nascent existence. The aftermath. Simultaneous kaleidoscope to inner and outer space. Flat yet globular. Infinite.
ReplyDeleteI would live here. In fact, I feel like I have, before being born, or having dwelled as a nightly amnesiac visitor while in deepest sea-diving sleep.
Nice. Thanks. My favorite phrase there is "bugs against a white cosmic windshield," but my favorite thought is the final one.
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