Blind to passing of time,
terminal temporal velocity.
Intermittent appearance in mind,
stroboscopic lighting stealth,
vision emblazoned in neurons,
neutrons,
electrical impulses connect.
Static between interstellar fingers,
forgotten moments later.
Electricity no memory,
memory is electric.
Close eyes to see,
believe future is happening.
Ripped apart by cosmic rays,
very own building blocks,
play well together.
Clouds are not for rain.
Have yet been invented,
lungs do not breathe,
air does not exist.
Memory, from the future.
- Author: Yorke ( Offline)
- Published: December 19th, 2015 18:25
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 19
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