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Event Horizon, Gets Me Bent and Rising

Battery acid and brick kisses
Facial splashes, anti-matter fidgets.
Cases of cash. Candy disaster game shifts.
 
Casualty lists. Mangled patter. Hasty blitz.
Squirrelly quandaries. Dirty laundry.
Cause I never deleted my Beast List.
 
I never leaked a lover's secrets.
I never got caught and shot
By any husbands or boyfriends.
 
I never liked being discrete.
Dozens of plays to lend,
Buzzing to enjoy past the end.
 
Heresy's Forsaken Zone. New Age Statements.
EMP Quakens. Stone Age Placement.
Super Advanced Ancient Civilizations.
Compile the best provings.
 
Like Wild West Solutions
My duty to mangle games,
Training to discern an unnameable ring
 
Rubies in candle flames. Paintings turn to me and explain things.
Dumping revelations in lore to spray.
Like pumping information from the Portrait of Dorian Grey.
 
So go back in time and tell Niels Bohr he was right.
God doesn't just throw dice. She flows tight, plays with 3 D20's!
 
What religion can't envision
What science doesn't see is plenty!
Without observable facts? Is still
 
A loud impact from silent entities.
 
Information expressed is energy in excess.
Truly created and compressed.
Relax. This track still passes the 1st Law of Thermodynamics test.
 
Energy compressed is converted to mass soooo dense,
Data self-gathers vibrating tense.
Sent past the days, all parts re-made
 
Like particles into rays.
Attracted to the unending maze
Temporal space, eventual place.
 
Stacked whole that den is a Black Hole
Jacks souls, re-angles them to fit
Tracks whole, tangles the gist.
 
Jacques Cousteau standing in Atlantis!
Everything that was is eaten for annointing.
Seeds purloined determine new emerging spheres.
 
Painting to true curves outside of geometry.
Inter-dimensional astronomy.
From Divine loins stew worlds that could be.
 
Like coining new currency,
Symbols hold depth from possibility.
Spins and unfolds a nest of cosmic infinity.
 
Divine Time is the object of my affinity.
Timeless womb projects all that was, all spots, all love, all thoughts
Into the next "Past the Ending..."
 
Restart countless "In the Beginning"s...
Everything in existence is used.
All movement. No losing. All winning.
 
Scrawl from spinning.
I called this just to track my roll
And get a Black Hole grinning!
Written by LokiOfLiterati
Published | Edited 5th Nov 2014
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