Prose Poem On The Mind's Universe 2 Comments

If 'me' may be, if not un me[t], as least not knot me, if mind can candle hand maid entrancing universe unto itself, may the universe be a mind unto itself dispelling compelling spelling, and, if so, can it mind that minds can cant, or cannot decant Kant, or encapsulate insight along a dotted line frame form spurning former formal form frames as fresh fusion transforms chaos confusion into fractal cristalline cohesive constellation of potentially potent - howbeit not omnipotent - energy sub-particles?

Verbal wake-shake makes time while taking time out for its own acorn ache sake discarding corn flaking rhyme. Chronological water sheds logical s[l]ips and fed [c]artesian well from the Titan Chronos' legendary meal, filching from the Gods that from which they themselves once partook, spinning topsy-turvy from the asteroid belt, through Saturn's blue and green rings to beyond Andromeda and Sirius, semi-seriously hemistitching itself to the Way, scorning sapiens� Plutonium planetary sell-out as spin spin.
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