Everything and Nothing 

So we meet ourselves through time, at each juncture, each moment where time and space collide as electrons in spin... molecular bonds formed and broken in a never found again instant... fetid and fecund, earth and stars, we hover just outside ourselves, inviting objective observation of a vanishing equilibrium, establishment of atomic forces, fission and fusion of form .. quantumly known extinction... red-lining from zero to become unbroken as pure forces of time, space and dimension, to touch as connective tissue, the currency of a heart meeting it’s own beat in each point, outside the tumble down and tumble weed motion... to know exactitude and precision beyond the clock’s work... time’s motion stood still, an instant of recognition, eternal and ephemeral yet known in the pliuera, in the moment before the breath expands to another universal point, no return, no origin holding the parabola, no value of x to find, given y... blindness betraying our wretched design, a trinket, a talisman to remember, lost in an ocean of sinking survivors... statues holding up the marble they emerged from, stone angels, gods.. their story, our story, his, hers, who are ‘they’ when we rewrite a new version with every curtain fall, the hero slaughters the maiden and the dragon’s fire once again burns in the hearth of home... we sit and warm ourselves, cup in hand and with humanity as our play things, carve a new story,, moulded and shaped to fit, a plastic solution to a modern time, when recognition is no more.