13 March 2022

Pataphysics, Maya

Today I listened to - Berried Alive, Vildhjarta, and Spiritbox - simultaneously, and a portal opened revealing the secrets of the cosmic fabric of spacetime. 

Sticking my head through, I saw wicked dimensions of causal anomolies piercing my cerebral cortex from outside of myself as temporal distortions echo the emotions of light on the surface of the irreverant continuum breaking into exponentialities echoing the decremental fractalisation of the rupturing structure of between the separating realities. 

Lost to the quantum entanglements of taciturn and tactile realities beyond this tangible circumstance of infinite predeterminations burning the surface of my perception glaring against the ends of linear eternity as a shattering soul ruptured beyond contemplative syncretisism from the boundaries of atomic consciousness, the pathways of eternal light sacred beyond the scope of scholared ascensions my experience of shifting celestial waves as the universe communicated a map of structure beyond nihilistic and existentialist grasp. 

The portal began to close, with two hands my own clawing into the cauldron of mighty ancestral covenants and primordial revelations, grasping at the power of the rivers of time, like the god Thor held Yormungandr's tail, faster currents the astrological designs thrown like sand as memories and emotions struggled to instincts and troubles to panic as light and dark began fighting without effort and beyond insight as my aura was dust on a diamond as the maelstrom must've won in tidal form as time slowed to nothing and mind poised for perhaps such nightmare vanished, and there woke to radiation and rings around a splendid star. 

Uncertain in all memories the reflections of perfect imaginations, recollections of the distances between song and symbol grew the light to begin flying thru the pages of immortal mystery with the writings larger than the uncertainties of science, adrift as understanding expands against the impossible to discover, and there at the begining of illusion was the end of reality where description became the only anchor to powers wild and truth encompasing. 

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