My Orbiting Mind
And then meaning flows
unceasingly
until all else fails
My eyes are shut,
my palms open.
A voiceless incantation
from the abyss of my brain
seeks to bring enchantment
back to the world.
My mouth is shut, though,
and my ears open.
And yet I can only
hear the silent voice
of the material
calling out to me
to remedy the schism
of mindandmatter.
And then form flows
continously
until all matter yells
But everytime I try to fix
meaning into tangible form,
my orbiting mind reminds itself to me
and shatters the form into fluidity
and lets me feel the world
as pure complexity.