Dichotomies

Thoughts on the way things are right this very second

Tap me out.

I need a new rig.

And a new gig.

Giving forever, ever forgiving, is growing old.

So am I. 

And one old seems to accelerate the other old.

A self-perpetuating binary maelstrom,

Gaining momentum by the minute,

Like a cosmic dolphin’s laryngeal conception,

Exhaled into primordial preonic soup. 

Yeah. Here comes the bubble now;

Acoustic cavitation,

A quantum perturbation,

Surfing the relative sine.

In its wake, a virtual whine,

Frequency rising, rising, rising,

A logarithmic oscillation,

Climbing Differential Growth Rate Mountain.

Higher and higher and higher.

Faster and faster and faster.

Can't stand it, can't stand it.

Make it stop...

Crescendo climax while crossing the digital divide.

Ecstasy. Cathartic Transmutation.

Immaculate Misconception.

A pregnant silence, a blinding light,

A Phosphorescent, Phosphenic Conphuckulation.

Stellar Genesis;

Star in a jar, star in a bubble. 

A cerebral pair of pupillary portals.

Can you see the light?

Not if it sees you first.

 

Wait... Look! In the sky!

There it goes again! 

Or there it went.

In and out.

Back and forth through the junction of now and then.

On through the nebula of if and when,

Should I stop for the caution light?

Yeah... That fool of a Boole might've gotten it right.

Or else he didn't.

Safe or sorry?

Black or white?

Another lifetime to get it right.

Relatively speaking, of course.

In virtual, temporal terms,

We are something,

We are nothing,

We remain what we always will be;

Dichotomies.