114 - Space Prime

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Pictures
Are quicker
Thoughts, viewin timeless
Vistas
If just
Watched, movie minded..

If a
Victim
Talks thru it, whinin
It’s a
Bitter
Slog to rewind it..

Script is
Cryptic:
What’s the plot, if absent?
Since it
Isn’t
Somethin always happens..

Somethin that is new
And unexpected, curious
From a pantry stews
A hunger when it’s thirstiest..

Eyes wide:
Time flies
Never landin:
Let’s it happen..
Likewise
Mind’s eye
Never has a
Lens to grasp a

Flow, if continuous
Zone: It’s a sinuous
Bone with the skin ahead
Sewn with the thinnest thread

Snapped if
That stitch
Broke when the witnesses
Grasped it
And if
Pulled then picture gets

Froze into written text
Spoke then it’s chiseled next:
Stoned, if the scripture says..
Don’t, if you’re sister’s next..

Flow isn’t riverbeds..
Growth isn’t whittled pegs:
Home isn’t in a tent..
Bowl isn’t dinner fed:

No, is it Skittles yet?
Nope? Then the crystal set’s
Full when it gets a chef..
Throne isn’t figureheads..

So, when the stitch and threads
Pulled tend to rip instead
Don’t mend the picture yet:
No stress is picturesque..

Space time’s
Place (mind)
Flows when it quits words:
Space prime
Makes time’s
Motion a picture..

Then your friend interrupts:
What’s a view? Commentary..
When your lens gives a f-ck
Does the movie stop from hearing

Other views? What’s not appearing
Tho it’s still occurring?
What have you been watchin, barely?
Flow’s revealed, observing..

Not revealed if
Thoughts and feelings
Plot to steal it
All from Jesus:
Caught between a
Haughty demon’s
Lofty ceiling:
Vault beneath it..

Space prime
Is space mind
Without time
If how time
Now flies
Is how eyes
Now might
Take time:

Take flight
As space primes
Space minds
To stay behind
Fake time
As proud minds
Count lies
As space time..

Doubts climb
Mount sides
In downtime
And shout “Why?
How high?”
Cloud, sky!
“How?” I’m
Outside

The space time continues in:
The space prime continuum..
The space I’m configured in:
The Space Prime considers, it…

Space is a picture
But time is a caption:
A face in a picture’s
Alive, if the hat is..

Steak in the kitchen
Described on a napkin:
Taste gets a bitter
Reply when it’s absent..

Space given six words
Is time given passage
Framed with a picture
To blind it with cameras..

Praise is a critic’s
Delight in abstraction:
Tasteless religion
If time is a crayon licked..

Space is what happens:
Time is a judgement
Made in the absence
Of mind, if it’s stuffed with

Graves under captions:
Time is above them..
Space in a jacket:
Time which a judge set..

Gangs under captains:
Time doesn’t drug test
Vain, bloody factions
Life doesn’t run with..

Slain from their passion:
Pride is a gun flipped..
Apes hunt bananas:
Die with their nuts clipped..

Reign wasn’t that if
Life wasn’t sun kissed
Names under madmen:
Life doesn’t add, spent..

Raping distractions
Life doesn’t f-ck with:
Babies from dad’s twin
Lie since they’re cousins..

Space is the One Thing:
Time is the others..
Face it: The one thing
Time will discover..

Time is the rate at which
Space interruptions
Lie in the way of it’s
Gaze with a judgment..

Time has been conquered:
Time is a monster
Under beds
But the dead
Died.. in a coffin..

Minds in the coffin
Lie with the monster
Underfed
Wonder bread:
Time lickin shotguns..

Tryin isn’t awesome:
What is next
Once a dead
Line is acknowledged?
Life isn’t knowledge..

Time is your options:
Space
Is a grace place:
Why give a box some
Flames
With a play date..

Time is the space race:
Lies given place chase
Light in a face vase:
Why, if it’s space based?