Kelly Huntson

Wading through my qualia

fingers gently flowing through 

it takes me 

to 10 to 

the minus 33

reboots me 

with no locality 

no reality

no physicality

but different—

arrows of time 

and I am thinking

discoveries are things 

already designed

life—

we don’t live

but live with it

we operate in it

we interact with its

constant uncertainty

intricate dance

destined for chaos

fated to chance

threads of consciousness

tossed in two

time and space 

out is through

my gray, your blue

singularities of thought

variable, smooth

exist as echoes

resonant, diffuse

fractals of being

the child in you

lets

you

go.

Everything is everything is requisite;

there is no death, this form is transient.

~

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Keep an eternal perspective—

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