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the ultimate origin of the universe

March 28, 2012
By AbstractFragment GOLD, Dalmatia,, Pennsylvania
AbstractFragment GOLD, Dalmatia,, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"You know what it feels like when all your teeth are falling out really slowly and you don't realize and then you notice that, well, they're really far apart. And then one day... you don't have any teeth anymore." - Where the Wild Things Are

the snap, the twist,
the bite and a catch,
falling through my dreams I land
and splinter plywood,

my blood runs and picks up little splinters,

my eyes become more and more white...

as my sockets grow darker,

it must be all the smoking I've been doing,
when trying, to balance, on a beam,

the choir hits a minor chord,

and I am again, unsure.

there used to be a fine line, between the unreal and real,

everything is clouded in a foggy verisimilitude,
a faint nostalgia, but still I doubt,

I find my consciousness falling outside my brain for a second,

and for the blink of an eye, I realize I'm objective,
and all of this is meaningless,

but I forgot what I forgot, forgoing the normal route home,
my brain makes extra time taking in the details of the until-then-unobserved,
stored for later use, the miracle of human matrixing


principle among them,


you sweet girl, I almost hate you for it,
I can't go on, knowing you're the one dream
I've managed to smuggle into the real world,

you'll fade through my finger-tips, you are sand, God is the waves,
and I am the gentle icebergs, falling apart into the sea,

hold me, because I know it's impossible,

you're too perfect,

kiss me, because I know you can't

but you would if you could,

but you shouldn't,

I wander an icy plain alone,
a cape longer than several thousand yards,
a trail of mine, wrapped around a large tree,
arrow through a heart, my cape and bark,
bleeding into a fuzzy collection of,
pixels I can't remember
the sky black, white dots, pinholes in a lampshade

I stole you from a throne, somewhere in this strange space
and painted you to life, with my words, my thought
my amorous affections bred you into light,

but my curse, for you to be born so far away,

my need for you is an evolutionary instinct,
somewhere, deep down in my code,
I was taught that you would be the perfect partner,

but the concept of love ignores this base desire,

I would kill and be killed for you,

slay me, I'll take the blade,

hold me, kiss me,

scatter my atoms amongst the sea,

and watch how they, draw back in,

I'm one million shattered songs, the epithet of a cocktail,

contrast to you, carved from a single piece of ivory,

I am surface, you are mass,
together we are the math of the observable, and the whole,

I am shell, you are fill.

I am loud, you, underspoken,

grace me, with how few words you speak,

you equal the many I have spoken here,
and how oft have I spoken, and spoken wrong,

this life, such a vexing thing,
trife with idles and ides, strife

and all of it, such a vague thing to describe,

do I describe you by what you speak, or have spoken, what you are, appear to be, were, shall be, shall appear to be, might be?

for you are the worlds biggest maybe,

you could be elsewhere...

or you could be with me...

I hate being a point, in an ocean of possibility,

you are an event on the horizon,


affecting me,

and bending the light right into me,
a beam, that I feel
and again, soon forget.

I start where I ended,
again in a dream,
hurling through space,
at some vicious foreground,

the whirring reality,
it will never make sense to me
why I am this arrangement of atoms,
you, yours,
why my keyboard hasn't evolved to breathe,
how cells inside of me are spontaneously deciding to randomly propagate,
VIOLENTLY, molecules form a thought in my brain
light bounds off my eyes, but I feel it before I see it

the snap, the twist,
the bite and a catch,
falling through my dreams I land
and splinter plywood,

my blood runs and picks up little splinters,

my eyes become more and more white...

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on Apr. 23 2012 at 4:49 pm
SickImage SILVER, Klamath Falls, Oregon
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Favorite Quote:
The room was very quiet. I walked over to the TV set and turned it onto a dead channel-white noise at maximum decibels, a fine sound for sleeping, a powerful continuous hiss to drown out everything strange."

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