1. Quadrangle
I will use the word “quadrangle”
(for lack of a better word)
to describe the {era of not time} that was before
time as we now know it existed
before “universe” as we now know it existed
as in “the quadrangle before our time existed”
when time (as it was then)
was not the same thing as time is now
running straight and clean 🡪 in one direction
when time was conceptual
and multi-dimensional thick
with “color” and “shape”
(or analogies to what we now know as
“color” and “shape”
post-quadrangle)
when “life” was not the same
as life as we know it now
but rather >>> was energy
that spread itself across and around
the thickness of time (as it was then)
breathing in the color and shape of it
before “life” made a line through time 🡪
unknowing
the result perhaps merely of an experiment
but the line became time
and the thickness was reduced
and color and shape rendered
down to an infinity of single-mindedness
and the collapse of that weight
of {then time} devastated the quadrangle
and this universe was created
narrowly clinging to the thin line of eventfulness
***
2. A Time of Spin
Theory field of medium states
of attention states
of assumption of rotation
as decline of spin
through attraction
(by reduction as impermanence
{as to not being there}
at the time of spinning)
“everything is magnets”
theory field of magnetic states
as spin precludes
through fast rotation
as a state of redaction
removal of concept
as information precludes
of excessive knowledge
via false rotation
and assumption of particles
vitality lacking passion
where windows are edged
in blindness of light
inspired by rotation
reduced by redaction
as knowledge is spin.
***
3. And Then He Broke Down
Fragments are taken splinters of reclamation as we accentuate the tragic
the ripeness of an open throat is shown as evidence wide and flat below the lankness of his dirty hair
for this has become a time of misunderstanding
for what we see now is that all is defiance in the face of punishment all is defiance in the face of the endgame the shutdown the closing
listening quietly as the voices swell in unison as a ball is tossed from a dugout and teammates hide inside a false camaraderie
watch closely his strength as he peels away a roaring of blood a flash of elbow a tearing and blistering the distant smoke above the darkness of the city.
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