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Message Subject Old Volgon Poetry
Poster Handle Anonymous Coward
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Slipstream Consciousness

Attend the culling, my friend. Your time has come. We stars dance light, and bloom, ever-lasting.

We, a group of interconnected stranded, high-dollar shattered beings.

Fractal things.

At once, the alpha and the omega, the broken hearted.

Within an ever-expanding universe, we all share these lives; these miniscule heartbeats, … of vital significance.

That great flickering of stars, among which you'll find, you and I. All at once, … considering ourselves, as the curtains blaze.

Earthlings prevail. Peas in a pod.

These ever-slow, branching-forths. Before the first-stroke of light, we find ourselves inflating, … as the masters of the forests.

Slowly cresting, streaming branches, to the very never-ends.

Last Earthling, …, break-away.



I was there. And miss the comfort her presence brings. Dwindling forth, to a lone heart singularity.
Falling alone, …, feeling the cold wind; shivering.
Treading this path alone, apart from my betrothed.
And on this cold, last day, … cold winter chill breaks; for the eyeless go on, through time.
I will always be there,.... , when I was hers, …, and she were mine.



Yet, having been, an integral player, in the death of a once match-less love, I know now, that the light- one, with the wind sways, and in that spell-state, is easily dispelled.
And if the time comes, that I may love again; rushing through this, not be done; but I shall remain, sojourned in.


The void between, the spinning banded thing.
You stole my gaze away.
Pulsing beacon, forever lost.
As atlas before me, the first one's thus.
The love, … the light, … is coming not.
Connection breaking, … forever lost.



The one eyed-being, from all-time,
this one-time.

The one -eyed being, of all time, transcends the mortal mind.
A quest to find, my proper place;
futile gesture at best.
The being that is, … the sun-drenched canopy,
under whose dappled floor, I was always a part.
This eye, this time, counted endlessly, always.


Mine, …, forever will be mine,
to the end of time, … we will not abate.
That life of mine, among multitudes entwined.
That first-date, in this life I find,
as we part our ways,
forever united,
for the being of infinite eyes.

As enormity stretches on,
dead adult veiwing never-ending horizons



I am the man, gained from my losses.
My brothers, all dead, expired from causes.
The trunk of my being, I find myself now,
as branches take root, above and below.
The ends are all illuminated,
as light blinds, the burst within grade,
the end of myself, under all-seeing gaze.




The mind within, the inner-tracts of my mind.

States of being, we do not yet glimpse.
The next layer peeled, the next time im observing,



From end, to the beginning again, …
lies everything eternally.

Take heart; this grasping, overnight-vector.
From the fields of our births we roam,
upon the planet I call home;
while dawn breaks, and everything precludes me.
Never-ending accomplishing,
that which I desire.
From first light, to first light,
that goal is ever out of reach.
We baser, luminescent knaves,
strive for artificial goals;
the life we hold,
never a rust upon.

Dare I say,
or didn't I say?
These paths I have chosen,
and guide the way.

I have forgiven, and sought forgiveness.
The gray veil of guilt rising.
To the sun I now turn to face,
as the life I seek, is laid before me.
Every moment, as I forge ahead,
a chance for me, to prove my worth.
Potentialities sought, and always eventually reached.
I will fulfill my will, as my heart guides me.


From this,... the living worlds of the mortals,
know that I live through you.
You feeble, … you strong in soul,
your days are mine.
The times through which you wade,
are illuminated by your mere presences.

My presence, …
in and from your lives.
All the intricacies,
your ever-branch creation,
laid bare before me.

In the lowliest life,
glimpse the eternal mind.
The alpha, the omega,
from an infinitude of experiences,
I arise.

Each of you,
the beginning,
and the end, of a universe.
A pearl on a shimmering strand;
a tapestry,
of all that is, and all that will be.
There will be a time,
a place where beings
(whose dimensions dwarf what can be imagined)
will seek to know,
I will take the silence for approval.

The grand history of conscious brothers.


As eons pass,
the years have passed
into a writers caress.
These times I find,
myself entranced
in a world of ashen gray.
Ashen skies, … dreary days.
Light without,
the light within.
Aimless steps,
I trudge along.
Crystalline skies, a tomb,
for which all is lost.


True is he that throws aside the veil.
A mirror for those with eyes.
Darkened days, do him not impale.
Full of air, … full of life.

The skies are falling, on all those alive.
The knowing breath for all to take.
Silence, a whisper, …
silence,... the quake.
 
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