A necessary preamble: this was written stream of consciousness. I had been thinking about the books I list at the end a lot, and everything sort of got put in my brain blender, pureed, and then poured out on paper.
TIME IS AMORPHIC GAS ETHEREAL YET NOT WITHOUT FORM
particulate mass time is light
IS ISOMORPHIC WITH MATERIAL IMMATERIAL CONSCIOUSNESS
or volitional energy signatures
GOD IS IN ENTROPY
by ritual galvanize fire of an entelechic evolution
FREE THE NUMINOUS ENCODED IN THE ANATOMICAL FIBERS OF CORPOREAL TRUTH
abnegate spurious sanctimonious pejorative piety
BEHOLD TRUTH SENTIENT HAS SOMA
appropriate salvific exaltation by pogrom on the past present superimposed on the present future
OBJECTIVE IRRATIONALITY INSANITY IS A THEOPHANIC INTERPOLATION
for that meriting the classification of sanity is an aberration of that which interminably is the LOGOS
CALLS ATHENS TO BE FOUND IN THE CITY OF ANGELS IN THE THAT WHICH IS TO EVER BE WAS NOW WILL BE
analogues of static matter space
RINSE WASH AND REPEATED CHAOS OF ORDER A REAL ONTOLOGICAL INWARD LANDSCAPE
see Heisenberg nod in approbation
THIS STRUCTURED ANARCHY HOLDS THE FIRE
grace sits warming itself by this societal prometheus
SEPULCHRAL RESURRECTION A LIVING PALL ON THE BREATHING DEFUNCT
so much depends on the red wheelbarrow leaning on the coppice gate
A THRUSH WITH BLAST BERUFFLED PLUMAGE SINGS HOPE A MELODY AND A REFRAIN
against the growing ashen aluminum implacable gloom from whence no now traveler returns
AND YET...AND YET...TEY DNA...
the capitulation of linear lycanthropy to inscrutable space spread thick like butter
BOGARTED FROM THE GOD
this is my EXEGESIS
MY INSURGENT INSURRECTION
on tom riddle
that which micro is
SNAGRO ESNES
a smattering of wormholes
DLROW LANEMONEHP
watery templar see
WALDO IS A RIP IN THE FABRIC OF TIM E
the holocausts we live by on the atomic level resonate the ancient pulse of decay in two dimensions the third being a holographic pole
TURBID EBB AND FLOW OF THE GNOSTICS DEUS EX MACHINA IS THEREBY CONTRAVENED BY TOM JEFFERSON BOMBADIL
look to the trundling thunder in the east
A RESTORATION OF ABORIGINAL CHAOS
a sextant for those that thrash nations
PROCLAIM IN SOMBER TONE
fish don't carry guns
THEY WILL EXHUME FEAR FROM A HANDFUL OF DUST
*ADDENDUM*
I was inspired by a handful of phrases and adulterated a few lines from the following sources:
The Wasteland by TS Eliot
"A Darkling Thrush" by Thomas Hardy
Valis by Philip K. Dick
"Dover Beach" by Matthew Arnold
Harry Potter by JK Rowling
The New Testament by No one really knows for sure
"The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams
"Hamlet" by William Shakespeare
The Road by Cormac McCarthy
Where's Waldo? Martin Hanford
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