Thoughts Congeal [REV.]

There is no space, no movement of time in my heart -
stuck in one mood, one bizarre feeling of the absurd,
biocentrism meeting quantum field theory geometric
version as I stand outside the three dimensions of

Reality’s amplituhedron, chained within the Dungeon
Dimensions where my fears feed on my dissatisfaction
with physical life’s carousel as illusionary camouflage
enabling the adventurous consciousness to

Experience life as stages of dramatic and concurrent
reincarnation, since time and space is only a thought
construct, it is a game by which the thinker learns to
mould energy, using time and space as steel girders

On which to hang imaginary physical life - the mind
creating parallel universes sliding over each other
as visualisation and dreams create new places
for thoughts to congeal…

[3 December 2014]