Cotton with Titanium
The sun climbs the growing stairs to infinity
It breaks the dawn with a knife of cotton and fleshy titanium bone from an otherworldly
Dinosaur like beast used by scientists on earth
It looks around to find nothing that it seeks as its own
And it has no idea where it’s going
Since it can’t see the end or the beginning
It seeks so much
It just can’t slow itself down
The answers are really NOT CLEAR
The answers are what
CONFUSED ME IN THE FIRST PLACE
The answers are what put me through THE LOOPS OVER AND OVER
Until we are
ALL SICK OF IT
So, there must be a way out
But when will that way out present itself?
Will it ever present itself?
I FEEL SOMETHING BUILDING....
IT’S GETTING BIGGER, coming from somewhere I never knew
I feel it come alive and SPIT OUT CREATION as it chews on what was troubling me
The STOMPING impedes the truth
The reach of the exit
I will become a spiral within a spiral that was once a spiral that could be seen as a spiral
I need to see the spiral running, leaping from pleasant to epic and back to pleasant again
EPIC to EPIC
EPIC to SUPREME
Beholds the confines of the rapid-fire, charged quickly within the quarter of a half of the time of
The time present within a single split second that exists in an almost non-existent moment of
Time that I somehow manage to feel
Lasers of constant shortly distanced impacts
Beyond me behind me
LOOKING IN FRONT AS I HUG IT TOWARDS THE DEATH OF ABSOLUTELY NOTHING