CuriositiesYou've seen the sunsets of Saturn, the eruptions of Titan, the swirling storms of Jupiter. You've seen the splendors in every region of the Milky Way, every region of the galactic clusters, every conceivable corner of space. Countless planets, countless supernovae, countless natural features and phenomena have been witnessed and their beauty digested over every imaginable spectrum and timescale. You thought your universe's entropic Heat Death would be your end, but you found a way to escape that, too, and entered into another.You are powered by vacuum energy, and you are made of light. You can visually process in all directions at once across all of space, or collapse into as narrow a field of view as you wish. Your sensory spectrum is as rich as you can find ways to make it be, your consciousness as wide as the universe. Ancestors of yours used to hibernate as they traversed intergalactic distance, but you have long been beyond that, and simply blink where you may.You are for all in
Agemo AhplaI am all that you needWandering underneathYou will vow to meAll your secrecyI am what you craveI am your husk depravedI'm what you pray forAnd lie for and lay forI am coming through youWinding up the seamsI am slipping through toPlaces 'fore you seeI am all of this diseaseI am all of this diseaseI am all of this diseaseI am all of this
ErisThere may be a noise in my head, but I swear that I'm listening.It intrudes with its ringing and boasts, 'I'm not letting go easily.'Is this a game, a test of endurance, finesse?When does it end, when I feel it? Or when it's yanked from my chest?Does nature reward this 'endurance'? It remains my best guess.Persistence for sake of resisting this entropic mess.But here I am, I am here, that I am, that I am.I am that, that I am that I'm here;Oh I am, am I? Here? Yes I am.A wandering lust for a brilliant dusk of realized sensation.A satisfactory movement of astral acknowledgement-ation.A fiending for a further soared wanton curiosity.A wanting for a needing more of possible experience seen.Rays of light shine forth, and they're lancing our wills into brilliant crystals.Our thoughts are blown right through the screens upon their imaged stills.Now from me to me, from sea to see, I'll tell me something good.Enjoy this self, O cosmic mote, as really though you should.Know that
BeholdenThe man beheld the rocks before,and felt a feeling rise within.It shook and rippled through his bones,conceptual froth reaching for rim.He sung a quite spontaneous hymn,that he surprised, thought sounded grim.He furrowed his brow, confused at himselfbefore grinning a monstrous grin.The froth had boiled over,his perceptual perspective bent.Hurtling into novel depths,measureless in breadth.Mirth poured in and in and in,this grin of his, relentless,shins forgetting feet belowand finding mental levitation.