Motionless, movement divided instead by
the bridge between all moments, I find
myself piercing the future, and zipping
up the past.
The mind, traveling backwards and
forwards through time, however always in
a form of 'the present', lines are
connected from event horizons, the
travelling of the consciousness to all
of the bodies it can posess via means of
its ownership of them.
Piercing the future, piercing until the
essence of it is destroyed... time has
an end, assuredly it is so. All minds
however, will endure, and continue, and
progress further into the white shores
of infinity.
[22:10|02.10.011] ©c.thomas.carter
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