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THE ELLIPSIS IN QUESTION



Quest I on question
A time ago I searched for answers
When found, they never enriched my mind
I now know the many ways one can sense
None sense
It became apparent that all my questions were already questions
All readied with answers prescribed
Answers to questions the indoctrinated have conformed to require
Questions to answers all the intoxicated are expected to inquire
Perpetual re-enactment from the few pages of an ever-revolving script
An inhuman contraction to which all humans are consigned
Is it a human contract shunned, by remaining unbroken?
I know nothing of this holographic simulation
I do know we exist on the plane of human 'animated' constructs
Manned by answers to raise questions as contracted
Managed with sleight
Men stammer and turn the globe into a nonsensical e.blog
Is their Earth on a horizontal?
Is there an arching firmament?
Ellipse or pear shaped?
Entrenched in convert-sations
Yet still none sense to call out the question
How has it become so square?
Arching unnatural formations, rigid, impassive
Losing its sparkle, its effervescence
If ever essence leaves me will I perceive my world to be flat?
Will I ever escape the captivation to hollow graphic projections?
Will I ever be able to cut through this thin layer of film to be released?
Am I to remain as just another saturated maintainee?

On I quest
I search for questions
Unknown, yet to be spoken
Unspoken, yet to be known
The quantifying ellipsis
Unseen to seem…
Untouched by answer

Suddenly an epiphany swathed all over me
Introduced me to and accompanied me on new highs
I forgot about this physical 'non-existence'
I became an amalgamation of dimensions
Surging vigorous forces
Ultra dynamic energies
Pulsations multi-universally aligned
No perceivable margins
Only yet again to be woken
To find myself entombed in this meat of a contaminated morsel
Unfit to bear consumption of intangible astrological retreats
An inability to digest celestial phenomena witnessed
Restrictive corporeal expression pose limitations to what man can mime
An eternity of instance near instantly forgotten
Even the most miniscule details appear too immense
No living beings' conscience is capable of such visual or mental retention
Incomputable equations beyond the limited capacity of fragile mortals minds
The imagination restrained by yielding to the weakness of physical strength
Making it unattainable for this form to ever observe Universal completeness
Although Universal completeness is merely momentary in the autogenous darkness of entirety
Inter-dimensional scenes, un-seamed detachments beyond known reality
The unperformed begin to spontaneously perform
Chaos in confirmation to irregularities that conformed to spark creation
Reactions that always create order for the biological and abiotic to thrive
Amidst Space the absolute impossible continuously develops into stereotypically regular events

Now… I quest on
I search for questions
Unknown, yet to be spoken
Unspoken, yet to be known
The quantifying ellipsis
Unseen to seem…
Untouched by question

Of this 'Space?'
I ask what is it?
Why is it overflowing with abundant, now untapped, complimentary forces?
Compact in waves of energies, atoms, molecules, in fact it flows with all matter…
Also anti-matter
Courses with cosmological vitalities of unimagined power
How can such energised space ever be considered empty?
To enter space have you emptied space to fill it?
Will space not fill where you have left?
Why am 'I' being told space is empty?
If space is empty then is it not there?
Why am I never told empty space does not exist?
Is space given time?
Is time given space?
Are the two the Eternal One?
Does this mean all that is, was, and will be, occurs continually in the same space-time?
When motional do both initiate static displacement?
Moulding a convolution of magnetised ecstatic forces sparking another creation?
Am I presently this chained reaction of amalgamated Psychoatic personas disordered?
Am I living a life?
Is a life living me?
Can I truly be a containment of life?
When the 'thing' that I call life ends will there be an essence released?
If living existence formed from abiotic matter, then is all that 'is', alive in some extraordinary yet unrecognised form?
Is placing importance on to organic matter simply a biological constructs wish?

Now I question
Questions I searched for
Awoken by the unknown
Known by the awoken
Quantifying the ellipsis
Seen to unseam
Unquestioned being touched

(31/12/19)
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