The Churn

E.J. Waling

The churn.
Slow
inexorable
swirl.
Ever changing.
Boiling.
Bubbling.
Nothing
fixed.
Neurons 
firing.
Amorphous
aether 
abounds,
surrounds.
Ideas.
Beliefs.
What’s
normal?
Nothing’s
normal.
Everything’s
normal,
for a
time.
Normality 
evolves.
What was.
What 
will be,
not 
now.
Depending
on time.
Situation 
in space.
It’s all
a state 
of mind.

  • Author: E.J. Waling (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 22nd, 2026 08:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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