I cannot hold a moment chronologically parallel
To the shifting aeons that they spawn from
For an era of mishap rains in my recollection
And a generation of distortion remains as prevalent
Therefore I sit upon this hourglass
While watching infinity be bent
Curving the edges of space
Curving the edges of space
Consequently leaving me in a trance
As if I was looking at a thousand cherry blossoms in bloom
By virtue there is nothing more marvalous
Than the sight of a thousand flower petals falling simultaneously
Yet within my eyes
They are but frozen within an endless spectrum of my own self rightous misconception
They are but frozen within an endless spectrum of my own self rightous misconception
That which is held perpetually unobtainable to the duration of ones own eternity
For a vision belonging to such things
Can last forever within the non stop continuum of our minds
Can last forever within the non stop continuum of our minds
Sparking a season of change that acts as an intervention
To said person’s destiny
Beautiful is it not?
These seconds that we count
These minutes that we accumulate
Everlasting in an ongoing perceptional sense
Although
There is something
That is much more elegant and awe-inspiring
This I know to be true
On the grounds that
Men for ages have given up on the delusion
That they so impulsively called Time
Hence my fate
Vibrant in this moment like the scattering image that we call life
~ Tony Paradise’s Poet ~
Yet again, I'm left speechless in thoughts of your words that so explicitly express, once upon a continual time in my past, present and future.