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 implosion of its own ejaculation.
| Kindred memories rekindled fond memories upon the ghost in the machine. This kind of fits in with the Dr. Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (just watched) theme wherein is mentioned the concept of "ghost walking" while asleep into a multi-verse version of yourself. Amazing how dreams can be so vivid.|
See you back at the source.
|| Posted on 2022-05-24 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] |