Hey, you. I see ya there.
You're beautiful.
U Lovely world.
Nuit.
A portable expanse
upon which shadows may land,
so that they may be brought to life
as platonic silhouettes
by way of divine sharpie's meticulous
outlining of the shadows
cast by the rudimentary allegory
and imagination of the amateur observer.
Their intrepid cartography,
which sees where it began
at the intersection of where
that beginning do be,
and where it is at like now,
Present which is
the same place that it's phallic,
ink drooling tip either
1. achieves the velocity required for lifting off of the surface,
or
2. failing to take flight,
resolves to thicken the line of definition
with yet another lap around
the idea's outermost perimeter.
Their results are all one in the same
to your heartbreakingly beautiful and
sanity crushingly endless dimense,
for although the vandals of perception
are in no position to realize this,
their victory over one surface's gravity
only sees them singlemindedly transfixed upon yet another equally mundane axis, tracing another arbitrary line,
to the endeavor of adding
just another tiny dimension
to their existentially futile graffiti.
A.B.C.
Easy as
E.T.C.
simple as
1. 2. 3.
Do, Re, Mi
Baby.
U. And. Me.
Equilateral.
Semi Rational.
Cooperational.
Yet forgetful.
Questioningly Remarkable.
How adorable.
If they only could grasp what it was
That they were scribbling on,
they would freeze on a dime
in a reverence not unlike a
pathologically visceral panic,
in awe of a truth, and thus, a beauty
not unlike the pineal heart of fear itself.
An instinctually biological show of respect
for the absolute true love
that is your infinite and
archetypally nourishing cup,
which holds,
as far and further as
they will ever know for sure,
everything that ever has been or will be.
in a way, in this theoretical revelation,
They would, in their impulsive reverence,
Despite it’s lack of comprehension,
Be in that moment,
more correct than they have ever been,
more correct than they could ever,
ever hope to know.
Aye, though, I Know.
Or Know do I?
Haha. Listen to me,
talkin' that shit.
Unwittinglh Humbling myself
with my own Primordial Hubris.
Well, Rather, Infinite lady, I should say,
I THINK I know.
Therefore from whence,
henceforth, and at present tense,
as far as I am able to know,
I suppose that I think,
although, insofar as I am,
Well, on at least one level or more,
My ancient love,
This is that which is rather
Somewhat up to you,
now isn't it?
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
As always,
(in All ways)
should you need me,
I can be found wandering
the limitless potential
of the infinitely hospitable mercy
of your immortally lovely reflection.
#lovestuff