NoiseNinja
Bluelighter
A poem I wrote a couple of years ago:
Sigh of the Despondent Formless Giant
Me personally, I just play, trying to keep up with the natural state of mind, and watching my steps carefully, as they make up a dancing pattern through the randomness of life and chaos of reality, unfolding its perpetual confirming nod towards the limitless oblivion of existence, stretched over eternities's all consuming event horizon in an ever expanding continuum of parallel singularities beyond countless numbers, revealing it self only as the perceived illusion of a formless giant, leaving negative imprints in the fabric of time as it rips up the stitched threads of two dimensional matter holding seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, millennia, aeons of ages together, staggering towards nowhere with faltering light-year steps, while its despondent sigh echoes through the infinite multiverse.
Sigh of the Despondent Formless Giant
Me personally, I just play, trying to keep up with the natural state of mind, and watching my steps carefully, as they make up a dancing pattern through the randomness of life and chaos of reality, unfolding its perpetual confirming nod towards the limitless oblivion of existence, stretched over eternities's all consuming event horizon in an ever expanding continuum of parallel singularities beyond countless numbers, revealing it self only as the perceived illusion of a formless giant, leaving negative imprints in the fabric of time as it rips up the stitched threads of two dimensional matter holding seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, millennia, aeons of ages together, staggering towards nowhere with faltering light-year steps, while its despondent sigh echoes through the infinite multiverse.
