Voyager’s Eyes Disbe[liev]ing, Speak Silence Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Also sprach Zarathustra discarding or disregarding Zoroastrian all_iteration temptation from conception to reception through deception's interceptions into perception without preconception. Is ignorance bliss, end_joy meant as self-justification for station, nation, or anticipation of and or for fornication?

State me[a]ntal lines [t]race light, wave rave as if existence de[e]pended on s[p]eed: soar, arching, starching star I Ching through marching universe, trying to underscore, underline and recreate self. Temporal continuum discrepancies perpetually portray apparently paradoxical perceptions as spinning personified neutrons mock both subjective convictions and neutrality. Without standing on ceremony, anxious to spin on axis as if ALL IS WAS and remains ALL and through ALL, [s]kidding enlightened despite gravity, quantum matter and anti-matter quarks spark causal effects at all levels of sidereal cosmic consciousness. Are life's tasks relativity one [m]asks laughing at Draconian measures?

There is nothing irregular here. Prominence accorded importance one moment fades the next. Today's priorities, yesterday's prior I tease, and tomorrow’s pry eye at ease are part and parcel of an unlimited universe whose core decor few justly decorticate with gusto, whose pluri-dimensional kernel self-centered humankind presumes to explore while lacking any viable holistic overview.

Fractal constellations collide–o–scope as alien comet commits head and tail, making neither head nor tail of the tale till life's circle reforms. Though Harmonious Impression, Compression, Expression seem sound and fury symphony signifying nothing they may open perception's doors, [f]all into and spiral out from themselves in a self–consuming explosion of temporal causal ripe/swipe/wipe hype hip tip trip rip/whip ripple mourning Time's lonely morning watch.

Wave lengths ripple as dust flies, inspiration's spent cartridge hangs upon silent peaks. What remains of joys and pains except brain's castles in Spain's plain speaking down drains. Voyager’s eyes disbe[liev]ing, seek silence.