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Multiplicity

 

Multiplicity

 

Life’s universe

Is omnidirectional

At relative speeds

Waves & dips

& patterns & changes

Infinite 

 

& yet our rulers

Are linear

They’re accelerated end

Focussed

In terms of time

 

Time which is

Mysterious

An eternal time

Into an exploding

Present

 

Omnitemporal

& omnidirectional

Physically &

Spiritually

We disappear

 

& transform

Into shapes & patterns

Of appearance

& yet we mightn’t

Even exist

 

& living forces

Pass through us

& yet to survive

Under the rulers’

Economy

 

We must reduce ourselves

To objects of exchanges/

Corpses

Our rulers hate life

They hate us

 

They wish to

Destroy

They wish to

Annihilate

I love life

 

I’m a poet

I have no idea

What life is

But it’s nice to think

& feel about it

 

I Know it’s bigger

Than anything

I can imagine

& certainly

The squeeze

 

& I can imagine

& imagine something

Interesting & healing

Where we’d want to be

Alive

 

Not to mention

Magnetics

Or multiple realities

Or multiple

Universes

 

Yet our rulers

Prefer to make something

Boring & violent

Where we’d rather

Kill & die

 

Life

The Universe

Is born in every moment

& despite the limitations

Of language

 

I live & love both in this world

& in a better world

That is no different

In time or space

& is here & now

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

(Castlemaine)

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