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Mental degrees of separation Thoughts hang like rings around my head
Travling in both directions
My mind,
my body,
my soul..
Infinite wonder condensed
Retraced and reodered
Recombination and shifts
Micro, macro expansion contractions
Each opposite a breath of existence
Cyclical revolutions that seem awesome
Are really spectuclarly mundane
Worlds of words within dimension
Calculuses entwined and layered
Mathematical equations peppered of anomalies
Forces of Life
holding the fabric of the universe
In my thought a universe of its own
Enmeshed in yours
Help.me see the codex,
the logic
That smashed your workd with mine
And why you hit dead centre like evey other time
But you hit different
And now you're running rings around my mind
Tearing up my carefully laid pavement
And yet you make me feel like everything is fine
Seeing colours only truly for the first time
And knowings that from all the chaos
The order is divine.
And what hits most is
your ability to blur my stright lines
And see the truth we all seek to find
All the infinite universes at a time
What a hair-raising,
What a hair-raising, acrobatic leap of language you used to bring back memories of my own infernal, insanely glorious youth when love was a charm that could make me profoundly wise or completely mad.
You begin with the delightful, mind-bending dichotomy of universal truths: breathtaking wonders under the guise of the mundane; the all-encompassing quantum field in subatomic particles . . .
What is this sorcery?
The balanced whirlwind of insight when two hearts, two minds, are one and "The order is divine".
And that ending: Golden. Perfect.
Another stunner, my gifted friend.