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    There is a strange attractor lurking at the end of earthly time
    That hides itself amongst the mythic realm of numbers prime
    Whose dark configuration comes to me in sudden, healing blasts
    Each of which the bitter durance of my weary flesh outlasts,
    But if I were to perfectly decipher the elegant deceptions of that transitory code
    My incessant meddling would cause this tedious reality to entirely corrode
    Or else dissolve into the interstellar spaces
    Where mechanistic beings build their psychedelic bases
    Which everyone can glimpse during certain altered states
    For that eternal presence with its sighing choirs patiently awaits
    The blissful termination of all spiritual disparity
    As we discover the elemental wonder of an ancient singularity.

    And the tidal pull of that galactic force
    Will cause our distant souls to slowly reconnect
    As glowing comets are quietly ejected from their proper course
    By a sacred energy that no voyeuristic satellite can possibly detect,
    For once these hidden novelties have been incrementally revealed
    And we begin to better understand this vibrant simulation
    We will disclose uncanny truths which well known liars once concealed
    Beneath a dazzling veil of solemn fascination,
    For I have seen the yawning gyre tighten
    As the ghostly void is swollen with its mathematic song
    And felt how this enduring mystery can our intellect enlighten
    When its morphic resonance is finally rendered in algorithms long.

    And these incendiary waves of polarizing thought
    Contain the fractal imagery that I have always sought
    To poetically depict in vivid tones and lambent shades
    Whose harmonic beauty from these mangled verses never fades,
    And if my stumbling words become increasingly distorted
    It’s because their lofty brilliance leaves my tripper’s mouth unbearably contorted
    By the peculiar violence of those enigmatic factors
    Whose mere existence galvanizes daunting hordes of asinine detractors
    To voice their numbing list of scholarly contentions
    Which all assert that this synthetic sphere has only three dimensions
    Whose celestial aberrations are so impossibly profound
    That only the initiated can upon their infinite complexity expound.

    And I know not where that glinting object hides
    Though I have sensed its dark intelligence urging me to suicidal action
    For I lost myself beneath the starry depths of cosmic tides
    When the universe began its irreversible contraction
    To a dismal point of formless wonder
    Where atoms from the desperate tug of gravity are free
    And antimatter tears these quantum fields asunder
    While we drift amongst the queer detritus of that transcendental sea,
    For I know this teeming galaxy is folded
    Like flimsy sheets of origami paper
    And the mind within my mind is molded
    Whenever I inhale that embryonic vapor
    Which swirls around Orion’s gleaming belt
    In nebulous clusters of enchanting dust
    Where the sonic pulse of life is keenly felt
    By those who have such eerie vagaries discussed.

    And when the stubborn laws of physics pass away
    We’ll finally bear witness to a marvelous display
    That realigns the clouded nature of our passionate illusions
    With the stunning fraudulence of even more ridiculous conclusions,
    And others in their frenzied monologues may adamantly stress
    That there are certain scientific laws which man must brazenly transgress,
    If he is duly fated to that boundless apogee achieve
    Whose pillared heights with stellar masses interweave,
    And there are those who would with frantic worry tremble
    At what these baleful premonitions obviously resemble,
    But I am here to put your nervous hearts at ease
    For in my withered hands I hold the necessary keys
    Which take the form of soft, lysergic blotters
    Whose terrifying potency mercilessly slaughters
    The looming specter of religious lies
    By covertly blessing you with esoteric eyes
    To see behind the lustrous netting of that dense atomic veil
    Where an astral fleet of unknown vessels sail
    Beside the violet haze of icy bolides fleeing
    From those devastating portents that only I am seeing,
    As that undeniable attractor causes me to madly sway
    And those hypnotic travelers wing their silent way
    Towards that solitary region where abandoned constellations burn
    And cratered moons within their failing orbits cease to tirelessly turn.

    But if I could reach into the misty fathomage of our ancestral past
    And behold the awful birth of this chimerical frontier
    I would make that stolen moment for at least a minute last
    Until I felt the mounting peril of our murdered future disappear,
    For I have seen the frailty of this singular endeavor
    Where divergent systems seek to gloriously merge
    And know that only time endures forever
    When god and man majestically converge,
    And so I do not stand as one amazed
    When these haughty stars refuse to properly align
    For I was with a fearsome horror slightly crazed
    When death became a part of my intangible design,
    And while I these cunning rhymes of darkness spawn
    Atop the molten peaks of mountains mystic
    I know that I shall never live to see the fractured dawn
    And so have recently become far less optimistic,
    For I have glimpsed a hostile shadow growing
    As it surges through the haunted depths of deepest space
    And known that many things are not worth knowing
    If they do not a higher truth embrace.



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