Quotes and Poetry on cymatic

We are

We are
A dying constellation
A conglomeration
Of speckled eggs
Freckled beauty
And terror
We are a spinning world
Flat or round
Anchored to stars
Furthering
The further we go
We are lost
With wide child eyes
And narrowed angry brows
We cry to each other
Strangers shattered in space
Spread out
Too far to taste
Or touch each other
We are constellations
Of conscience
Spinning wildly
Arms spread out
Rotations of abandon
We are standing still
Awaiting a word
Or phrase
Uttered in the right moment
And moments are all
Coinciding simultaneously
Time having motion
Yet not linearly as we have been taught to interpret it
My memories
Concurrent
With me now
As I spit words onto the page
Staining the white
With deep black feathering ink
Black like the void
That cannot exist
We are too much
We are everywhere
We have saturated this place
There is no void
Only waves
Coming and going
Over us, under us, through us
Cymatics, synopses
Feel everything
But we are numbing and dumbing ourselves
Endings are burnt
Fried receptors
No longer capable
Of connecting
I long for the fusion
The calamity
The explosion
The mating
The joining
The punctuation
To end the moments
And I'm lost
Just like you
Cerebral, vertebrae
Traveling down
There are creaks and pops and snapping sounds
The connectors
Are degrading
Time is coming around again
I'm reverting
Returning
To that wide eyed child
She's been here all along
With a rag in her mouth
To drown out her sounds
Listen as she speaks
It's important now
We are a dying constellation
Of programmed
Desolation
And I intend
To make good
On my original intent
Connection
Here is my tiny hand
Take it.
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