It’s been a while since I posted something here. These last weeks have been both exciting and terrifying. With a run off being held today, the past month was just a bunch of old men fighting for wrong reasons. Brazilian elections could be humorous if they weren’t so tragic.
Anyway, here’s a long poem I wrote last week while analysing the 5th dimensional potential of the sphere. When I’m in that state of mind, I start seeing patterns everywhere.
The Cell
Everything is a but a cell of something else Something else is but a cell of everything The greatest of all is a cell to its own kind There is more, what we cannot measure and discover in a lifetime that is already tiring Add another mirror in the telescope, build a discoverer of cells Older than the superior body that encompasses us all That connects to our insignificant and magnificent cells The eye is a cell Where begins and where it ends One could argue that the eye and the brain are the sides of the wall The walls of a cell The eye is a cell! Both eyes like binoculars, within a cell And all eyes are one eye in the end All circuits are to one way One mind, increasingly growing to something higher The mind is a cell A cell to the fragility of the body The body where I dwell Revolving in thoughts that will burden Revolving in thoughts that will be spoken The mind is a cell! On both meanings and one door The door that will shut, the door that will open The permanently locked door to oblivious secrets The mouth is a cell The mouth I speak with The mouth I sing with The mouth I silence The mouth is a cell! What I utter is a cell as well. The mouth that wrings and withers to scenes that eyes couldn’t unsee A cell of this bigger organism full of cells The cell that is the mind The mind is a cell, I am the mind A portion that is part of something bigger I work in a structure On a structure At a structure Structuring something else To keep the structure going I am a cell! My body is the physical aspect of it My soul is the strings that will vibrate invisibly Until the image is shown The collective figure, which is a cell Society is a cell I am a string, you are a string as well Everyone is a string on their own Trying not to vibrate widely enough Not to disturb the neighbour Put the Lyra strings away! Give it space The sound that won’t meet its next is bound to burden longer Stronger, until it disappears completely The cells that won’t combine The collective is a cell! A cell to a larger meaning when working properly But it never does. The universal body is failing The universe’s lungs are full of boast The universe’s tongue is full of bitter The universe’s heart is full of disgust Because an eye winked in the wrong time, purposefully, not to see; My mind didn’t get the message that was never firmed in code A mouth failed to speak when it had to No network was formed on the collective web The birth of a new universe past the telescope lens never happened
Off to vote now.
Have a good Sunday!
Love,
Adora