The Eternal Present

by Sigma

channels and vortexes

of time 

splash across interstice

in synchronous city 

unfurl everything that 

has or ever will be

the lay of the land,

so to speak.

with wisdom geology gives you

an eye for the flow of time

lyrically and literally 

otherwise

its just boring company,

the rocks themselves 

hollow

nothing left to see.

nothingness comprises

an outsized portion 

of our being.

i'll never forget a story

i once read

"explain physics like 

you're in love with me"

after a moment of 

contemplating they said

"everything sings"

a latticework of tendrils

vibrational frequencies

lifetimes of heartbeats

the sheer accretionary

catastrophe 

of becoming

is all i ever see, 

nowadays

i thank God for that.

time, like rivers breaching

slices through

a dry lifeless scene,

perhaps consciousness

is the netting of moments

that joined you to me 

this fresh breeze 

feeds a living sea 

floating in the

firmament of me

it begins in mountain peaks,

and lies fathoms deep

a fossilized water droplet

or siberian igneous province

that almost destroyed every living thing

the only thing left being the rocks 

memory of being a living thing.

all subject to waves of gravity

know that

a singular creative act

is breathing.

breathing the breath

which connects

to all the breaths

that life, itself takes,

all in pursuit of the heart beat.