∞/Belgium/Thin Air

I’ll try to bring this idea full circle with the next post, thanks for reading.

 


 

f=g (m_(1 ) m_2 )/r^2

 

The longer I tried to stay awake the more my imagination took over.

Gravity becoming less and less, falling awake. Even while I drifted, falling awake.

Aesthetics melt, becoming another type of rain, both types move with gravity sometimes choosing to side with it, other times choosing to disagree. What would be perfectly modified for us to see.

Even before my vision was swallowed by the blindness, I only knew what was in front of me by curving each step to the tempo of my heart. In cursive I loop my way through these lands curving each step to the tempo of my heart.

The tempo of my heart Morse codes itself into my steps and creates the path that turns into the cursive loops, sometimes it creates a linear loop.

Gravity becoming less and less, falling awake. Even while I drifted, falling awake.

Fighting my sleep long enough for the sunlight to comb over the area I was in. Swept away from my sleepiness, and into the wonder by the traveling sun rays. Lucky and naïve but these moments are what help us believe.

The mist fluctuated, curving as my steps did. Each small piece of the mist began reflecting the particles of light, giving a disco ball effect to each piece of the mist. Along with that effect came the blue radiation.

Standing still within the now, I miss the forwardness from back then. The fleeting but infinite sits in between the spaces of the raindrops, splitting interpretation into sets. I miss the forwardness from back then.

The planet’s orbit curved to the tempo of the solar system’s compass, sometimes the curve was sharp enough to create a reflection.

Atlas felt the comb of the sunlight’s eyelashes. The spark of wonder sat still with the infinite between the spaces of the raindrops. Wonder reflects off of forever and lights the lineage and trajectory of thought.

Lucky and naïve but these moments are what help us believe.

Setting out, setting out

The potential that sits within each moment eventually becomes forever, just as the future will eventually become the now, but the further we go the more the perception of what now is melts.

The future will always become the now but there will always be a future until we find the “infinite moment.”

 

v_esc= √(2gm/r)

 


 

 

Poetry written by Arron Leland
I’ll try to catch the part of me that is falling. Until then I’ll try to learn how use my wings from the butterflies that hand me the phone when you’re calling. – Arron Leland

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