space is a box in which we live
or a sphere -
I've never known for sure -
and in this space
we all at the very centre
(yeah, space Is a sphere)
tied to infinite time lines
that don't exactly exist
and we
on some ethereal treadmill
pulling these timelines from
ahead
above
below
behind
all streaming from the inside
of our personal spheres
and discarding used time-strings
like exhaust
back into the space inside -
outside us
working the treadmill
or trying to rest...
sphere
individual universe -
the space inside
time perspecting
streaming or sitting stagnant
treadmill
ambition
fear
joy
nightmare
and we in the centre
pulling
pushing
grasping and discarding
until of its own accord
the sphere collapses
engulfing us in the maelstrom
of exhausted time -
the chaos
the unknown outside our spherical time-spaces
rushes to fill
the void we've left behind
as we compress
in concentration
life
starting anew.
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