Apeiron (Boundless)

 Apeiron (Boundless)

 

Before the world dreamed, cosmic imagery had governed the forces of energy.

With its primordial art of perfection. Whose womb had formed the universe?

Where there was no death, nor birth, only a volatile reflection of sequences.

Cosmic network of immersed energies: flows endlessly and yet is invisible

To the naked eye, ‌it is elastic yet erratic, with various rotations.

Scattered light in splendour, to avoid an interference pattern where the black hole,

Assimilate her gravitational waves.

 

 In an attempt to evade the Griffith Observatory sighting. Through dark magic lanterns in time frequencies. Creation, formation distant without time, orbits drift while the stellar cycle, Genesis begins light years away, or a billion, yet we see, in 

One day.

Then collapse into a low hum: crumbling, silence evaporating, hissing.

 

Projecting unimaginable colors, light emanates from white lava.

Orange pumpkin, passion, yellow joy sparks, red flames, cautious, unsettling

sun’s intolerable force; floating away in every direction, as it burns.

Like stars that never die, dark beyond the blue, swirling into many shapes.

Black gray, congeal, death meets life light across the galaxies.

 

Stars' orbital oasis, a celestial portal, sweeping through in perfect timing.

 The brain is a gravitational web where neurons mirror a deep 

Consciousness, the architectural wiring of the galaxy’s brain.