The station. Experience begins. Enter the soul.
Shimmer. Spinning. Mixing. Revolving time.
Pages. Pages from the calendar fall.
Soul. Variations on a theme. Each
Solace for the soul. None to be
Infusion. Pure thought. Seeping up.
Frozen. Frozen reflections. What’s looking
Mathematics. Language of the gods. Bits and
Endless existences, separate and apart. Soul,
Muddling minds. Twenty four seven. Three
Toss. Deep end. No choice. All in. Head
Zeros and ones. Digital. Mathematical construction
Yet. What’s yet to be known,
Waste. Waste of time. Time is all
Subtly. Coursing through clouds. Worming