Random shit my brain came up with when I'm too tired
Slowly
even stone melts
Did you know this
I lie spinning in dazed suns
Eyes stretched wide
for the raped dazzled mind
swimming senses overcome
watery shimmers light plummeting
no tears left
empty
gathered twirling
into helpless orbits
Stretch your fingers out to mine
Sunflares burning, your touches
A mighty darkness girdle
arcing plasma, supersedes mass,
ripplings into empty vastness
waves thrumming on celestial strings
Vertigoed apogee--
dropping molten through
black
a singular point of spacetime
Draw close; encompass,
flatten, a 2-dimensional cycle
carbon double-bonded to carbon
torn away in electric shivers
again spiralling quintuple
a ratio golden, decaying promises
knowing in shadows iced
-271.15 °C
entropy finds its end
uncaring
I have seen the ice at the end of the world
have you?
****
God. I should know better than to do everything at the last minute; yet here I am with 2 major presentations due in less than 48 hours, and I'm here at 4 AM writing bad weird poetry drawing more than a little inspiration from cosmology and my warped, wrong understanding of physics in the name of procrastination so tired I'm seeing double. No doubt I will probably cringe when I'm more awake and then I'll probably rip it off the journal, but right now? I'm drunk on no-sleep exhaustion and cold, ergo I am thinking it's a good idea to post this. Meh.
even stone melts
Did you know this
I lie spinning in dazed suns
Eyes stretched wide
for the raped dazzled mind
swimming senses overcome
watery shimmers light plummeting
no tears left
empty
gathered twirling
into helpless orbits
Stretch your fingers out to mine
Sunflares burning, your touches
A mighty darkness girdle
arcing plasma, supersedes mass,
ripplings into empty vastness
waves thrumming on celestial strings
Vertigoed apogee--
dropping molten through
black
a singular point of spacetime
Draw close; encompass,
flatten, a 2-dimensional cycle
carbon double-bonded to carbon
torn away in electric shivers
again spiralling quintuple
a ratio golden, decaying promises
knowing in shadows iced
-271.15 °C
entropy finds its end
uncaring
I have seen the ice at the end of the world
have you?
****
God. I should know better than to do everything at the last minute; yet here I am with 2 major presentations due in less than 48 hours, and I'm here at 4 AM writing bad weird poetry drawing more than a little inspiration from cosmology and my warped, wrong understanding of physics in the name of procrastination so tired I'm seeing double. No doubt I will probably cringe when I'm more awake and then I'll probably rip it off the journal, but right now? I'm drunk on no-sleep exhaustion and cold, ergo I am thinking it's a good idea to post this. Meh.