11,000 feet, Brian Head Peak, UT
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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Kelly Huntson 