Monday, June 15, 2015

too many lines run parallel

The spectral insistence of fractal clastic lines
Denote delivery forward.
Flow, surge, hurdle through delimited space.
Bound about, a surreal mesh of expounding spirals,
surpassing Euclid.
Behind, all things fall away;
vibrant oscillating lines taper towards
The no-longer-extant || annihilation, colored a forgetful black.
Ahead: bright shining lines twist inside,
Collapsing into unapproachable radiance.

Each, in their own, may wrack and crash and half-blind force their causal tube.
Indelicately and broadly it may be turned to the honest horizon,

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