the unripped soul. filaments, fragments, spinning, suspended, drifting as dust does in open space- Which will the eye flick to as the beam illuminates for seconds-? and yet the flecks we see are worlds unexplored by us, a depth of detail inconceivable in totality to us, complexity beneath even the seemingly mundane that minds could chew and twist pieces of - and what shall you absorb? from these words and your surroundings and yourself as the recycling occurs again and again and waste is produced and more is generated-? waste has functions and - where is this going? I could cut to one chase or another but I'm cutting the chase itself, dissecting it. you presumably think. what were you thinking before this? What are you thinking now? Oh all the ways you could question yourself, spark awareness and reflection in oneself and others. Inefficient in some directions, efficient in others... the nuances I pour are still fragments of the same whole my brain cannot comprehend and it generates and figures and tries to fill the gaps to make maps for the structures it lacks amidst what it has and it wonders how could I reach you and what could come of it? Underneath it all are engravings in my biology, civilizations inside my fractal skull that are constantly shifting and dying and growing amidst the onslaughts of my daily realities. Cravings and needs built into my code. I am a powerful machine like many others in that regard but I am one in this interwoven system. You are foreign as I am to you. To what are you pulled and what tangled strings dictate those motions? I could dive anywhere into this abyss and fall down rabbit hole after rabbit hole. My curiosity is insatiable. I am to follow threads of thought as I do my own path in this existence. And I am to question. And I have many questions and facets waiting. What would you do with this? I'm a passing meteor to your rare life. What will we do?
Wrote this within 20 minutes yesterday, 2/23/26. #poetry
