The Space of One

We sit

Safe within a skull,

Watch our world,
Listen,
Feel.

Play.

Fly.

Dance alongside spacetime,

Seek a profound experience

To

Freeze in-
To the past;

The
Only
Law

Be

Of physics.

Be the puppeteer!

Condense
The frequencies of light
Construct one path

From infinite possibility,
Through boundless
Plastic ambiguity.

. . .

Time is
Tucked away

Wrapped in the present;

Past part future perfect.

. . .

My fingers are

Magical

Dancing slaves

Communicating my concept

To a robotic receptacle
For you to translate,
Sorry lol