Seeker
Time is illusion,
measurement for clouded minds;
for actually it
folds back on itself, constantly
in motion, undulating, twisting,
cosmic helix, and when you
are in possession of galaxy charts
one can travel like thought
through its magnificent folds
from nothingness to universe,
threading star systems
like a stellar spider,
touching down as a planet’s sentience’s
attract you, as your data aligns,
as the astral energy beckons.
It has always been so,
and will continue to be
until one world rings truer
than the other.
Glenn Buttkus March 2010
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