my arms extend from my body at every conceivable angle, simutaneously \u2013
\ninfinitely repeated and overlapping pinwheel blades.<\/p>\n
as i twirl through a blinding void of silent cacophony
\na million million fingers stretch,
\nwith straining joints, to their very limits:
\ntheir tips grazing along the silken fabric of (nothing\/everything)<\/p>\n
like gyroscope needles sliding across a thousand billion pages,
\neach page spinning independently along its individual axis \u2013
\nthey cut bright lines across the space;
\ncreating a gracefully curving intersecting latticework of light.<\/p>\n
i die a hundred trillion deaths,
\nand experience every one of a coinciding number of births –
\neach full and resplendent with the fear and joy
\nand anguish and pain due to it.<\/p>\n
like a flower endlessly blooming fresh petals
\noutward from its bright and heatless center
\nand shedding them from its outer edge.<\/p>\n
the petals fall away and dissipate into the void,
\nonly to coalesce anew and be drawn once more upward
\nto bloom fresh from the center of creation.<\/p>\n
to stretch upward and reach outward
\nas they travel across its surface
\nto the outermost edge
\nwhere they reenact their withering death.<\/p>\n
it is all one endless motion.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
my arms extend from my body at every conceivable angle, simutaneously \u2013 infinitely repeated and overlapping pinwheel blades. as i twirl through a blinding void of silent cacophony a million million fingers stretch, with straining joints, to their very limits: their tips grazing along the silken fabric of (nothing\/everything) like gyroscope needles sliding across a … <\/p>\n