Squaring the Circle/Circling the Square

It is found,
at the periphery of music, at the aftermath

of
the math, the balancing of the path,

succumbing
to the up and coming: Chaos. Pierced

in fierce, filaments
of
light, a virus of the iris, skull

&

crossbones, molecular structure, instilled with the evolutionary ladder:

Deeper, darker, better, badder.  What was seen was only believed to be seen.

Everything that is seen is up for in depth studying, or, unconscious processing.






[Felt a sort of…

Surreal magic in the air…

Like the aftermath of music…

That was the phrase that entered my mind…

I shape shifted it to a dark place, rather than a place of light…

I suppose I do that sometimes…

Like in debate…

When you take both sides of an issue...]