States

bismillah...

That which plauges our present is the future and its fears.
Its impending uncertainty...the nameless...mortally unnamed.
the unknown fortress; worldly portrait of forgetufullness
with humanity locked in it's frames.
This is what it inspires
but is it a death of aspirations,
or fabrication of the significance of this earthly station?
Does the clock not continue its rotation in tandem with the world?
How calculated we've become--
the globe pressed tightly under our thumbs
until the earth presses tightly under what's to come
Ribs fold, hearts drain, and in the mind is disturbance or peace
A dimension of anarchy
meets layers of dimensions built to explode the human intellect
in its mere infinite reality--
where ours is distorted and (soon to be) altered
but the spirit falters in flight
as the soul evolves past confinment,
or shrinks with it.
As the world revolves in alignment
just to communicate the secrets beneath its core..

Timaj (c)