Loops are us.

All movements, actions, thoughts and dreams move freely on the surface of time. With no regard for its singular direction, everything you will ever know will come back to haunt you. And remain within you forever, until we're exacting the oblivions of the known universe.
Life, is feasible. Yet almost impossible to understand, on the same course it perhaps is rather adaptive. Crude in nature, like a virus hacking into a matrix of infinite possibility, balancing itself through transformation, seeking empty holes and filling it with feel.

All jokes, words, laughs, shared and missed are stored indefinitely in an empty space which has no definition other than what you give it. This information either travels or gets conveyed somehow, but its never lost, information will always remain scattered around you. One whole moment of experience, where I sat on a cold chair and felt my heart beat against a wall, with a deep belief in the fact that I will never let go of any of you and your oblivious minds, I have etched myself upon your expanse of knowledge, and you will be hinted to recall each time you will to forget.


The never ending revolutionary movement has made a hole in my chest, I look right through it and wish it would stop, just for one moment. Just to make me realize that it's real, as real as you and me. Just so I realize the importance of such a phenomenon to come into coordinated existence and precision so deep that my brain twists in convulsions each time I try suck in the idea that we're in the middle of nothing.

Nothing in itself is meaningless.

But the rotation and revolution will never cease, this non compromised lock of eternal love, spins endlessly almost exactly like time passes by in this one single direction with my eyes wide, wild, still and gathering. Each circle, holds its breath. I saw him walk right in the same room 29 seconds ago, I timed him for the second time and it was the exact same time as before. But that's impossible, unless the gigantic circles were to stop, just for a moment of stillness and then reoccur, one insignificant second, To send me hurtling back to reality. Unless my heart stopped beating, and I stopped to exist for the moment and the space that I acquire in this vast expanse of nothingness, stopped existing for that fraction, with me. Without me.
Unless we are all part of a self duplicating, reversible and repetitive pattern.

What exactly is going on? I'm sorry, I missed that. My coffee is too warm. There is no reason for the information to travel to the central processing unit first and then to the affected area, shouldn't it travel directly to make it more efficient? Wait, are you trying to tell me something?

Questions, excite us. Provide a purpose even if you don't understand me, you know exactly how I feel. We want to go in so deep, over and over. Never letting go, just holding on to the quickening pace of your heart, the physical boundaries flailing in peace, content and emasculated at the same time, stuck in this catatonic wave motion still not letting go, this deep religious raving of the conscious circle.

You must've been asleep all the while.

Is it all Math?

I repent. I am furious, but I believe in calmness. You are my friend.

You will understand, I don't have to tell you about your heart. Or the lack of it.

There's always things I wanted to do, I understand you. 

You will never see, the part of you in me. 

Two rubies, rosy red and a pearl, so white, less bright. Up against the wall.

Capillaries giving way, oxidizing the fuel, scarlet burns. 

Three notes, please don't steal. That's all. 

I believe you, believe in me. 

Sometimes its involuntary, all your patterns move you. 

Why did you sit and think? Why did you not feel?

Our brothers, they're falling off the stairs. 

Make a difference, change your routine. 

Fifteen words, nothing more to say.

Standing close, pure dismay.

All of it, just one long moment. 

All and everything breathing.

I will forget your name, but I will know you better.

I won't remember who you are, but I will be you.

You look like someone I know, but I can't tell who.

Like one of those dream people, we love you. 

All of the stars and the universe, are all your dream.

Subordinate

Its done and forgotten, be precise, short and sweet. May be you will get out alive one day.
Face your hands, your palms and witness what the lines say.
Accidental spirals and mundane precision or divinity beyond the skies.
Tugging through this daily falsehood, tugging through it all the way.
Starting up the shivering foot, and eyes so wide awake.

Good manners, with a pointless shake. A smile too wide to seal the deal.
Stops, breaks and the empty aisles, where the swine forgets to feel,
I will eat your fingers to the bone, leave it dry and savor more.
Pulling through this must-not-kill, pulling through this lonely wheel.
Moving up the quivering knee, and a mind so gripped by greed.

Inspire me too, but let me make my choice.
If I don't like what you say, I will not say a word.
I will point a finger to your face, and claim your heart absurd.
You are the enemy, I am the enemy. We are friends who bleed.

Let me flow, and pour out loud but tell me what to choose.

The lesser expression.

Pages rustling, printers rolling. Trees lying, sitting but falling.
Trickling water, no room for your daughter.

Mesmerizing, quantifying. Each thing you see, hypnotizing.
Falling feather, break beyond at the end of my tether.

No rhythm, just thirst. Open close, fallow are your words.
Undeniable confusion, on a wall this protrusion.

A green bag, a jostling  drag. My arm is too weak, I need to brag.
Hunger on you tends to fend, your mother wanted to see this trend.

Cluster my thoughts, pack them in a shell. Keep it closed, in this I dwell.
Time is stopping, my guts are throbbing.

An intense warmth inside I feel, vision is blurring, I can't really speak.
Just a wait away from deliverance. This downward spiral of decadence.

No mud, just dirt. I gave it a try, even though it hurt.
I'm sorry, I'm not built for this. Viscerally failing, I'm so convinced.

Is there no one who can save me? Not one morsel, nothing so dainty?
Just one meal and a thousand years. This is greed, I must not fear.

But My Lord, will guide me through. Be my angel, my devil too.
Looked at my hands and never wondered how?

Where is my God now? 

Mental Math.

So you join in with the crowd, a drop out. You don't know how they feel.
I'm a part of something big, my vision is unreal.
Kicking out while in bed and fixing thought undressed.
Pushing the limits, escape, and never you ever resist.

We are our future selves, trying to answer all our questions.
I don't feel like writing this, I don't feel the notion.
No motion, no momentum. No feeling and no emotion.
We made this up to feel it through and forget the right direction.

Whispered divinity, conquered affinity, and ended up confused.
All the passion and compassion, my songs are out of tune.
Lifeless, and nothing. So full beyond reason.
Such fullness is so empty, restore hope in envision.

Its one moment, its one instance and its this everlasting dream.
Collect your buckets, fill your lungs and let love flow downstream.
You won't be amused or refused, just a customary need.
Free your mind, think it through and never stop to feed.