The four dimensions of the Universe like a looking glass
permitted extension of heterogeneous membranes as end points
effervescence collapsed as world lines of space-time rhyme
in a scalar field of gravity real like colors and sounds added together
through days of dream-like hazy and inclement weather
Perspective One
From this perspective it's a mobius strip
in five dimensions set seeming like one
space-time Universe-albeit motionless
the unmoved mover's infinite precincts
a magical mystery tour for spirits
everything in place and accounted for within omniscience
From another viewpoint its teleological
purposed for spirits, souls like us
to wander through infinite experience, perspectives
souls affiliated with bodies changing
in an infinite field of knowledge
extension from past to future motionless
(the souls move through the construction spiritually)
subjectively it seems to move and to change
it is a psychological experience of space and time as motion
Why the past is forgotten so the present seems to differ
why space expands from singularity to infinity so the prior is past
why the future awaits; because it is
a perspective of the changing soul
journeying through a teleogical field
limited omniscience experiencing gravity and quantum uncertainty
passing like sunbeams through hexalectical exponential dimensions
like salmon heads frozen in plastic paperweight hypercubes
each physical thing is frozen in all phases through eternity
seeming to move in time
subtleties of the Creator are subtle
and perspectives are through a glass darkly, with uncertainty.
Perspective Two
Human beings have minds that perceive four dimensions of what is a unified space-time field. A mind itself exists in four dimensions. Thoughts take a time-linear occurrence interval to assemble temporally. Spatial perceptions are interpreted by the mind's experience to have depth rather than being of a flat screen quality. Experience trains the mind to recognize that things become smaller in appearance as they move farther away and vice versa.
Perspective Three
Vanishing points of time and space that are foreshortened by emotion three-point perspectives reaching through irrelevant ideas
adrift like ice bergs into the south Atlantic such times viewed from the futures that have journeyed beyond season's recovery
stingy loops of quantum gravities that flank and flunk the freedom in drawing closer to her beautiful art
that seems smaller and less painful the farther years have eroded rock barriers of politically gestalted basalt nations
prospering apparitious desires of power memories of light pass from the darkness in solitude before awakening each morning anew hopes quickly through a prism of quartz separated into rainbows of inventions
the rainbows of photons travelling together in their separate wavelengths
reaching barely to the wall through a window I had seen
like the reality of circular seasons and planets formed by a unified field of space-time
the strong nuclear force binding quarks together just so all over the Universe.
when space-time is warped by gravity the seasons fail to keep
all over the Universe memories leap like hearts hopes for what was what
moments in time and space with opportunities at the horizon receding
subducted by distance and plates piled high with what would be cooked
consumed in microorganic fires of conversive partying just so
towers of principles and portions of mirth gathered far beyond the streets
transformation of the persistence of memory bowling left-brained toward the hearts
stimulating apposite reason with the fell certainty dodging darts
channeling like a fairway set with raging waves froth furies
triangularity shapes the scenes of snowfalls encountered pinions
just as such the perspective.
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