Ain’t no comparison, for the scalar field.
Level playing, observable confirmations.
Dimensionless mathematical numbering,
Molecules queue order is randomised, The gargantuan ad-venture horizon.
Gestate on consequence, as synapses stretch, further in chaotic abismal holes.
Peacekeepers bunch around impending Truncation (?) Rumination’s open trench leaden with memorandums, entropic handler.
Thoughts widen as matter, matters much less. Broadened as I pass into a new state. Never previously heeded warnings not to abbreviate. Fearing lesser distraction as vision redacted.
Nervousness shaded in nonchalant’s vane attempt at disguise. all Euclidean spaces of a given dimension are isomorphic, no negotiator sores. As I separate into particles peppered.
Links to being drip off. As missed merging becomes prerequisite to my last percolating glimpse, gravity strains to contaminate as I burst holistically. Quieter still as homogeneity becomes mine.
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled fantasist. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath
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