A single image frozen in time Bisected cells perfectly preserved To be examined with scrutiny To hold a moment in the palm of your hand From what angle is the deceit of perception Continuous action is the death of the mind A single sliver in an endless expanse Held suspended eternally
The span of the bow pulled to its arc of tension Itself holds no duration even when released We exist in silent stagnation Collected shards that make up the whole
Among the infinity divisible We omit any plurality An absolute of magnitude and order A compilation of motionless depth In any moment no movement exists Only to occupy a space at rest So we have never begun No start and never an end
The span of the bow pulled to its arc of tension Itself holds no duration even when released We exist in silent stagnation Collected shards that make up the whole
This block of time in which we thrive Process eliminations of the divide
Prison of obsolescence no control no agency ad infinitum All acts are predetermined what has been continues will forever be The though is paradoxical to elapse occur and to never have been Bound by the chains of reason we can never escape and never be free
Autonomy stripped away wordless nothing lasts forever From being to becoming empty it is irrelevant Free quantum dismemberment will decoupling reality ends Free unstable symmetry will euclidean gravity endsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
