My God

My temple is not thy temple.

It is not adorned by idols of stone.

The walls are not infused with thy God’s power.

It does not look beautiful, but to my mind.

My temple is not thy temple.

It does not concede to thy legacy.

The bells are not warding off evil spirits.

It does not sound beautiful, but to my mind.

My temple is not thy temple.

It does not pamper thy blind faith.

The books do not talk of men immortalized.

It does not read beautiful, but to my mind.

My temple is not thy temple,

For my God is not thy God.

My God is my Lust for Knowledge.

It is beautiful.

Don't be inhibited by who you think you are, because who you wish to be makes who you are, You.

This is my world-

The equator is a mirror.

The South Pole is my past.

The North Pole, my goal.

I am in the Northern Hemisphere, and my reflection in the Southern.

I am walking along the equator.

My Northern fingertips run along my Southern,

And I know that if I keep walking in this direction, I’ll go round and round in circles, and never get to the North Pole.

So I let go off my fingers and tilt 30 degrees towards the Prime Meridian.

But I’m still stuck in this infinite loop.

And this will continue to be,

Unless I lose energy, and spiral outwards,

Or break free, and walk perpendicularly.

Break free.

Time in my head

Here, I think time is stretching.

Here and now.

For if you ask me, time is a wave.

If you ask me, time is going faster and slower and faster and slower,

But you and I feel it as regular, because we can’t perceive it at that level.

To perceive it at that level, we need to move to a city where milliseconds are giants.

To perceive it at that level, we need to feel it exist.

And exist it does, for each cell in my brain signals the other cell in my brain through it.

Those cells know it to be real.

My head knows it to be real.

I’m going to move into my head now.

Lansdowne

A shadow can capture motion. It can feed off of light, and engulf entire hills to leave their traces on the ground.
It moves. It eats. It excretes.

He lives.