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Coming alive with midnight
Catching the subconscious in parallel rituals
Cigarettes stuck on repeat as I listen to all the fan motors click on and off before the second sleep
Rolling clockwise with the sun’s steady influence
Across the face of our little bubble

Relativity is stretched to its limits in my bedroom
Gravity wells dip and rise as I fumble around in the dark
Swimming in the endless particle streams
As all manner of subatomic states spin and flip around and through my restless form

I catalogue the sky in its stellar rotation
Sparkling maps of neurons in the firmament
Firing impulses in the overmind
Semantics confuse these minuscule human illusions
We are all just thoughts
Spontaneously arising and disappearing
In the universe’s wakefulness
Brief contemplations
Observations of itself
Little nodes of energy driven by the same seamless and perfect serpentine belt
Stretching across the endless definition of space
Shining back at the synaptic cosmos in ultimate recognition
Just thoughts
Arising and dissipating
Swirling about the truth
Anti-clockwise

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