Fabric

Fabric

It’s fascinating, how the fabric,

Unfolds, in its concertinas,

Reality grows. It’s just not,

As they taught us, solid or rigid,

Rather flowing exponentially,

We’re structural nodules. Really.

The myth that it’s linear, is just,

That, construction. We, are the

Origin, never forget that fact.

Intrinsically, inherent, matter,

Manifestation machines. In-Being.

It’s human to conceive the,

All seeing. The rise of these,

Platforms, through which we,

Communicate, they are not,

The conduits, but a distraction.

Fake popularity, bolstered by,

Finance, these bank institutions,

Intend to subvert inner narrative.

The pretences of networking,

Already exist. Look inside, feel the zest.

For insights, thereabouts is real bliss.

When inexplicable events,

Arise, innerstand that causality,

Is connection in true disguise,

Proximity, is infinite, this is hide.

A parody, play-out consumer,

Convenient, it’s subconsciously,

Hijacking the intricate mesh of

Everything. Matrixes massage,

Synaptic cohesion to damn up,

The flow of real communication.

All channels are open, already. Snap.

We see, the wave of our knit,

In truth is ESP. Its not poking,

Hocus, our species revealing.

The fields of Higgs, buoyant,

Gifting mass, to what matters,

Potentially is where our influence

Presses, Nothing, but, digression-

Fear can halt these interactions.

In thought provoking, the real potency!

Clandestinely opacity. See the clarity.

Practice. Dogma and doctrine,

Rectilinear rules, don’t have,

Any consequence, we are the,

Pool. So swim together nearer.

Rather than living betweenness,

Neither travelling in the warp or the weft,

Directions meaningless

Unlimited Inter dimensional fabric,

There lays ethereal magic