Falling in further, no ponderous palaver.
A-vented horizon, escapists frustration,
Giddy full banquet, gorging delinquent.
Pulled in all directions simultaneously.
No brokerage, back turned poker face.
Cygnus X-1, be first to fall, dread strung.
Headless in psyche, blinkered not blind
Bespoken tokens my treasure labourer.
Tune into the correct commotions bandwidth.
All openings acquiesce as I stretch out.
Tantrum telemetry, avoided malignancy.
Cascade of consequence as accretion, creation in frequency as Hawking sees,
Matter separates. Single molecule mass. Queues liquidation tingles locally looser.
Exponential growth sleuths bubble burst.
Bandwidth widens further as collision impending. Skin evaporates as candy floss thinking overtakes normality temporarily.
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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