A Mind Infinite

Infinity: The Views of a Dreamer

Before Time

Vague face in the mirror,

unrecognizing one’s own reflection

Amnesia is reality,

wandering through town as in a dream

As if in a distant land,

foreign to the mind

Obscured thoughts,

no memory of identity

Nameless,

the null reality of the black void

A shade dark enough to cover the sun,

distant voices ringing in the ears as static

 

Faces in the clouds of the sky above,

appearing to judge

Taunting from above,

laughing as wandering in anguish for some greater meaning

There is no meaning,

no ultimate truth setting the mind free

Particles colliding rapidly against each other,

atoms spinning to a song without a harmony

Ages ago set in motion,

by a bang in the universe above

A time when,

time didn’t exist

When no clocks could tick,

no days could pass

Solitary matter glued together as one,

pieces of matter hinged and waiting to expand

Expand into being,

exploding to show they exist

The time I find myself in has never been,

nor will ever be

A design impossible,

impossible to logic or rationality

A place where all that is and will be sits in still motion,

the faces in the clouds above, billions condensed in a single particle

There is no scream that can break one free,

a maze of perdition

Inside the maze,

solitarily wandering

When time will begin,

the haze engulfs the mind

The mind that is yet to exist,

wandering that is yet to be

There I stand as a silhouette,

in a silhouette universe mimicking reality

Waiting for the great bang of matter,

to be freed from this purgatorial case of non-existence

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This entry was posted on March 26, 2014 by in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , .
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