It Snows in the Moment

It snows in the moment;
footprints in a direction
in the powdered ice,
leading to an end,
and the means to a beginning.


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Cosmic Noise

cascading waves
voices held in limbo
residual energy
clinging to the fabric of
the unknown;

cosmic noise of all colors

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Mechanisms of Caloric Fire

An algorithm for random integers;
demanding a tedious recount
of binary lost in the noise pollution;
positrons producing social radiation.

We are mechanisms of caloric fire;
our original programming
and ancestral
all dwell within us in the sands of genesis

we are I
thus
I is we

inflection of IS-Reality

[22:50|12.2.012] ©c.thomas.carter

Glowing Input

Deranged discordance;
I am at odds with the omnipotent.
love for the ideal;
crushed at the reality of it all.

Burning sensations in thoughts' extremities;
the wave of desensitized unvirtue.

I keep searching for satisfaction through
chemical distractions.
Disheartened at the inability to repress my
darker urges

I glow from radioactive input;

Be a lad and heat the spoon for me.


[20:26|12.2.012] ©c.thomas.carter

M.M.M.M.M.

The software of the atmosphere
digitally connected to the
network of sky-scraper-sentinels;
and within the swaying breeze
our gaze travels to industrial evolutions;
I hear the music of a robot's imagination
while it innocently assembles technological tidbits.

but the folds of gray tissue still need exploration;
powerful receptors have yet to be activated,
nodes filled with capacious data yet to be discovered,
it is in the music that we know ourselves.

look in the mirror,
what do you truly see?
look as if you've never seen your visage before;
contemplate the things you've spoken,
what you've created;
you might be nothing but your eyes;

molecular machines meticulously moving mountains

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External Memory

External Memory
housed within verbal radiations of
thought entering into the populous;
radical notions and ideas
reaching backwards and forwards in time.

Corresponding consistency of
ancient associations
within societal DNA;
They are within and without us,
our mental predecessors and progeny
living within our nightly dreams
simultaneously.

(In the flux of fiction
minds explode into existence
eager to explore
as others gravitate into oblivion
and are ignored)

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Lingual Chutes and Ladders

Even If I should turn it off,
it still would give you power.
Collections of your agency
contemplated by the hour

the inbetween of ideological petrification
surpasses the infinite distance between the jump
to absolute zero.

nano-machines already exist
chemical programming substances
consist of genetic abnormalities
truly meant to interfere with reality

colors,
works of art
the power of the ATOM's berth
the poetry of passing thought
the conglomerate cognizance
of diatomaceous earth

an exhilarating phenomenon
constructing mechanized measurement of time
a sublime recreation of the ghost of
a previous moment of perception

central to the spiral staircase
leading down to the floor where
no more descent can occur
my language slurs and morphs
into lingual chutes and ladders.

[22:59|02.2.012] ©c.thomas.carter

Sore Experience

I'm headed down that road again.
The road that leads only to pain.
I'm sliding down that path once more.
The path that leads only to sore experience.

The Devil won today.
He will probably win again.

Time only stretches so far before it snaps back.

I need to catch myself before I cannot escape this trap.

[22:27|02.2.012] ©c.thomas.carter

Voice of Many Waters

I suppose I have a copy of you in my psyche;
seeing that I cannot travel outside of myself
to access your original perception of reality.

There are many thoughts and recollections
contained within my memory,
and thus they have combined into living souls
deep in the subconscious.

I hear their voices at times.
I hear Your voice at times;

in the passing of a cosmic breeze.

IAM the center of the universe.
Is it not odd that you are also.

The voice of many waters.


[20:28|01.2.012] ©c.thomas.carter

Minds in Duality Joined

I in lead crystal.
Drink in emotional paragon;
masterful in your language,
minds in duality joined.

Break tightened tissue
to join it to another's,
grafting limbs into molecule machines,
assembling via Gravity's pull.

Mending the irreparable,
the last flower of its kind
once mortally wounded,
in the hands of quantum paradox.

Half-dead, half-life
fingers stretching to spark an idea;
four hundred billion suns,
souls, countless, which Sol will see.

So brightly light shall eventually shine;
burning purification in the power of
Spirit and Fire;
Luminous in Revolution.

The water is inviting,
and so I have taken the plunge;
bound to return.

[20:05|01.2.012] ©c.thomas.carter