Living for the end
while doing everything
to forbear that end.
The contrariant vision
of heartbeats!
A clock
ticking for end
and tacking to survive,
to avoid its very end.
Parallel dissolve in the distance.
Space is a vision.
Vastness is an illusion
therefor perfection has zero chance,
because only zero has all the chances.
Orbits are reflection of zeroes
in the mirrors of endless radiuses.
Every circle is magnified image of null,
the world is as real in our inverted visions
as sun is orbiting around the earth.
images are reverse through the focal point of mirrors.
Zero is
the focal point of the universe,
as sun is the one of the sol systems,
yet everything is inverted registering in the eyes.
Time is everlasting
for tomorrow, like horizon,
always slips away.
There is nothing but inferno
when you burn and sweat
when you suffer
when,
you remind yourself
how delusional are all these never ending distances.
That it is not the distance, it is the act of going
that burns us on our candles.
You have to be burned
in order to metamorphose to light.
Friends and enemies are only within us.
We externalize them
to go along with the shared dream of reality,
in order to galvanize the power of vision.
The power of
comprehending our internal beauty
by consuming,
our colouring books.
