Staring into the eyes of a desolate world, crumbling bits falling off into decay.
Gravity spinning into oblivion, the push/pull to and fro. These worlds manic in their display are off course in distant memory. Spiraling helplessly as being watched by beings upon which they dream nightly.
No need for advanced technology, let it follow that natural path, that karmic wrath. It all fumbles and tumbles down this rabbit hole, this ever hungry black hole.
Filling the skies with distorted visualizations, mind warped deliveries and time constraint reveries. Drifting along a course like water draining down a sink, broken molecules rap and dance as they bid farewell to this side of this galaxy, nay this known reality.
Spat back out adrift in a plane of pure ecstasy, these molecules rearranged into ordered sensible structures, formulating building blocks of chemical and biological mimicry. Blueprints of life eternal resting in the aether of Creation, ever present and architecturally sound.
Displays of higher knowledge, complex designs and patterns called sacred, they bish and bash their way into shapes familiar and not, displaying a dance hither and thither.
Wherever it goes, ends up, is not the known or of desire, it is that it continues this course for what we say as forever. Eternal ebb and flow of that shifting demonstration. This infinite one Creation.
