And Or Theory

Divisions of light in atmosphere, the distinctions of color in stretching spectrum of horizon, these curves of prism and the water in the air creating scenery, memory. The wild variance of isolation in wild, the values of place and the indicatives measured in potentials instead of actuality.

The attraction and rejection forces present anyplace, these polarity drives of that which comprises us, the water we could change by observation and the limits of any actual measurement. This minute conditioning of space to variance and light, to the prisms possible in a certain curve or the timing of distance in certain spectrum of light.

These birds eye views missing a few colors, the variability of timing that which is beyond it, the imaginal and this static pressure to any movement. Static electric placements of molecules, of water, of these attractions and rejections, the wanted distinctions of actual space in place value and the seperation of self from environment. This atmosphere in me changing to the weight of water in the air, to the time of day signaling change or similarity. Imaginal infinitum convening in measures of sourceless electric, of the sparks in mind to match or meet any instance in an environment.

The air and atmosphere conditioning light within me, these sparks to convey wanted mystery or the timing of possibility in motion and motif. Mach, these motions with any other attached, the colloidal suspension of all movement, the ease of butterfly wings becoming any ol’ wind, assured in whatever tsunami this must be causing: repititions of formulaic thought, these daydreams always someplace else, this? Must not even exist.

No mind, no matter. Go bend a corner!

Horizon curving to the shapeliness of Earth, these wobbling inferences of missing timing and the ease of linearity in historical mistake. These timing conditions of space in that which is relative, the convenience of velocity in time existing as zero, moving but never moving, the actuality of time like a coil, far beyond the confusions of bi-decimal universal non-sense.

No torque to time, supposedly, these movements we could apply based on our own bodies through space never enough, the directions of spiraling through the universe never good enough, the oblivion of obviousness in that which is supposedly well known, but never actual or real.

Timing the perfect color in prism upon a horizon, the Earth’s curves know torque and variant wobble. Spinning out spectrums of stratified coincidence, working past limits and within certain mechanical laws, a pulley, a folcrum, a prybar, a chisel, a tamp…A HAMMER…the ‘new’ physics will never have to actually hit the ground or surface, now! Congratulations!

Go. Bend. A. Corner.