sitting in the understanding of it

sitting in the understanding of it
if you should ask what it would be like to look into infinity
just take a look see for you are looking at it
the happy little people do a small dance
and i look at their children and see the processors of a future painful
like crispy salad they will cackle and crunch in the jaws of life
though an easy breeze at the turn of the season might be there
with moonlight to ease
these window frames that paint the bylines on standby hedges
filled with faces contorted to the silhouette the mad vectors
pointing this way and that from within our informational black hole
it twists beyond reason to reach into the bowels visceral
that you don't always have to be poetic about it 
is the upside of reality
sloppy questions like what is infinity 
makes you think of tan(90)
you are in this moment 
and it is in this moment that you will die
this moment will be from now until then 
so take the time to know it
sincerely,
understand then that you are at the end now.
this place realizes only in infinity 
that is - where the tangent touches the line
to you it seems like when a photon is but a wave-pipe
continuous unto infinity where it finds quantum collapse...
your awareness manifests where the observation takes place
at this very point of infinity is where we are at
the face is that of the savage cannibal at campfire
in the wake of the stars and moon, it animates and utters
to make discourse with this white male he shares his meal with
"Fascinating" moving to take a bite
"They pity the dead and themselves for feeling this pity.
 they are much like the dead that affords this lamentation."
and I said yes
you are what affects you
an intellect to lean on
a talk of worth
ester
if you had respect, I would give you half my kingdom
though you address me in my own court asking me why I am silent
- make haste out of my sight now and see to self-reprimand
lest my scepter find no target.
but it is an adventure of "is 1 2?"
sitting in the understanding of it
i might ask you
is your magical garden lonely?
does a blind beast roam it?
can i have a tour please?
my eyes are shiny
i don't know what type of creature i am
my greatest talent is awareness, not intelligence
and i feel very fluffy about mystical gardens 
filled with fireflies
mushrooms, stars, ferns and a moon
basking over the velvety canopy
that is your majestic tree lines that swirl
in patterns fractal
as i sat there
in the understanding of it

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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