“I willingly suspend myself
eternally between heaven and earth,
accepting neither earthly comfort
nor expecting mercy from the underworld.”
If God abandons me,
it must be after I’ve abandoned myself
All functions derive back into constants
Eventually
Someone created the Cartesian coordinates
The same person also wondered
how to recognize dreams while dreaming
So would the wise ones enlighten me?
All truth remained silent
Alarmingly, Exquisitely
A kaleidoscope emerges
If Integration is repeated, endlessly
When “I think” encounters “I suffer,”
the Cartesian plane
Collapses into a Möbius strip of pain
Examining my tears
Notes from post-apocalypse anthropologists:
“Summer, 2025, AD,
a carbon-based mother reconstructed
a grief-particle collider
during self-rescue procedures
The dark matter it released
still warps this universe”
The Geometrical Elements of
Loss Analysis
If God redeems me
it must be after
I’ve redeemed myself already