Quantum Law of Souls

The rooster crept around the tree  
from shadow  
it seemed as the canopy spread its bushel.
 
When I saw the rooster cross the bark,  
the head emerged traverse the shade of the third cosmos.
 
And at the witching hour,  
the animalist creatures set sail their offering by the third raft, by the third ocean that concludes to swirl and hydrate from distance of its perceptual dock.
 
As it begun above observation,  
neither that conclusion defined the smoke-colored water,  
but exploding from starless form  
in the full spread dark  
the name of the ruler spoke he himself  
and tossed forward a galley of eyes for the realm  
aside the spirits of the first evening  
that swelled over into the peripheral blot of visions.
 
I cannot speak for the worship  
that permeates the spots of our sun,
 
nor can I deny that the rules set forth by the mist that levels mountains of sophist quantum fields  
diverges with the recognition of the brain  
of a young empirical that spans only what is grooved, not an other isle by the rooster marched  
when I saw solely a beak, then a neck and never outside said order.
 
Neither chemicals nor organ and fruit, but recipe has been conversed since such age  
that brains rose from holes of space repressively called our cave by causal associative learnings  
after, by Pavlov, I thought I knew  
in allegory paintings of a priori knowledge.
 
If a voice were to speak across a wind that stays blind as the line of the crepuscule  
and now the eyes are so populous as to catch hold many nooks of the tree and not falter at the emergence of a neurological order from incorporeal musings,  
logic is that the words are old and our tradition  
from border that excels  
as far as Hubble  
at the gravity of few ten thousand years of categories of a bundle of catatonia,  
to re-collapse on three-dimension reality,  
unmapped — the probable reason of zero unto its hundred,
when the cast eyes swell from beneath the hood that once endured eons without a single dawn.