The Vanishing Point -------------------------------------------
The darkened corners of forgotten yesterdays clouded the view as the gaping maw of need stared across the chasm at necessity . Almost as if there was a reason for its contiguous constituency it reflected the myriad animations of its creator . Crystalline forms in infinite diversity beyond the subjective sublimations of mass crowded the integral forms of its subjugated spontaneities perversions as the well of its unity sang of the cause for its being .
The single-mindedness of its recumbent beginnings were all but lost to the ramifications of itself as the children of its repulsion waxed and waned .
The twinkling of an eye , the integration of ages , countless extrapolations of its intercourse vanished into the nature of their being as the tainted refuse of their wanton progressions began their mutual processions back to the source , or wandered through the surrealistic ethereum of their eternally predestined nothingness .
Causalities purity reigned as all became the reason for its own creation , and vanished into the implosions of its own ejaculations .
I enjoyed this a lot! I especially like the balance here between the very verbose and the easily accessible wording that's readable without a handy reference.
Your theme is well-chosen for you, if I may say so. Your (seemingly) great liking for the high-dollar words lean easily into the technical jargon of science; and the sciences are leaning towards the spiritual as more discoveries are made that point out how little we really understand of the grand cosmos.
This puts me in mind of black holes; which seemed to be the undoing of matter when first discovered (a vanishing point, if not an event horizon)
then turning out to be a recycling plant of sorts; actually sorting out matter into new bits and pieces the universe weaves into itself.
I think a bit of punctuation editing, and maybe some paragraph spacing would make this piece even more accessible to the typical reader.
But, its lovely as it is.
ok ok. now that i've gone and told you to lighten up i feel as if i can begin to understand this. this is funny because in a way it's true. this seems like a spiritual summary of sorts and the now which is more scientific. people try to look back to the beginning, but we never find fact. it's nearly impossible because history is in some way always jaded. it's being written by man, so we decide what needs recorded. it's interesting that now-a-days we record almost everything,(well i'm sure it's still a small percent, but with the internet/satellites etc. we're getting alot more than ever. surely this is second thought to most, but it does change the way things work allot. it's hard to keep this all together. i'm not saying that's a bad thing. your work is always a challenge to read but this one i FELT like i grasped in at least a manner. this could even relate to some of the explorations that go on here. if i take this in a sense that most applies to things I've gone through personally i see ways i can relate. to me this is looking in the past whether it be humanity or individuals. it's hard to take the last line, i get that it's suppose to be humor, but it's a hard stigma to strip and not have it manipulate what i'm gathering from the prior lines. to me this reads like resolve in a strange way. the chaotic way people learn. it's hard to look at the love making-ness and not take it slightly in a cynical manner. as if it's all for the ejaculations at the end. *at least you're an enthusiastic masturbator* but it could be taken a different way. i guess that's the point/what part vanishes. people either go back to the source*on a personal level* or wade in the surreal, when looking back is required. idk. i might be totally off. i like this one. it's like....a gentle dictionary boning. rather then getting thu-soar-assed by a succubus. if i'm off, and you're messing with us/well then the jokes on me. if i'm close then YIPPEE. that's all, thanks for making this reachable, because i don't know if i'm honestly capable of dissecting the longer ones. maybe if it was like a freaking thesis paper. later
All I can say here, is that if you edited out the crazy substitutes for apostrophes, which you could have done after you posted it, then maybe I, as a reader of it could make some sense out of the proliferation of your words.