The warming Sun
Self-annihilating in its Glory
Like Humanity
Striving for ultimate Happiness

The Centre of some Circles
if only for now.

A swirling mass of souls
Lost in space and weary.

Infinite black holes
like synapses failing to fire.

Traversing superposition until observed.
Coefficient quagmire.

Colliding galaxies,
reorganizing matter and energy.
No particles uncontested.
So many involved revolutions,
spirited victories of mass and force.

the dietary misspellings of the soul
staring eyes confess on blanket sheets
the moth bandits run to the hills
the demons are milk and are contagious
to fit the ball into the hole you'll have to switch the dial
and these folks don't like to smile