Spiraling Through Life

A flicker

A candle goes off

In winding, wayward wanders

Footsteps fade into facades.

Murals of mundane musings

Line up the limericks of lies.

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 A single spark is enough to ignite a trail to last a lifetime.

A spark.

Fire.

Dream

Desire.

Deed

Decadence

Downfall.

Despondence.

Doom.

Too hasty?

Let's slow down then.

Stare at the wall.

What do you see?

A blank canvas...at first.

Then your eyes adjust to familiarity... 

Paint had dried, unnoticed at first..

They bond in clumps, unnoticed.

What do you see this with?

Muscle and vein and nerve?

Each made of cells..

Cells of atoms (as they said)

They said matter isn't real.

Nor are you, nor I, nor them.

Every particle is wave.

They shift in place and time.

I am thousands of waves.

(Am I an ocean then?)

(Am I as vast as the expanse of seas?)

And they said particles, they constitute one's being.

Am I not real then?

Is my being a million waves?

Am I to find the shore?

Eyes scan the screens for answers to these

But what is the screen, itself?

All the world is born of me..

And melts back into me..

As goes the passage of time..

Then what is my soul?

What is my conscience?

What is consciousness?

Is it made of a thousand waves as well?

"_____, is everything ok?"

And everything comes back into place.

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Author's Note

I apologize to all the science enthusiasts in the world. The above (epistle?) is an allegory for being lost or to be stuck in a thought spiral. My understanding of the Wave Theory, The nonexistence of matter and the Black Hole theory can be likened to that of an amateur, and I had no intentions of offending my readers.

This came to me in a fifteen minute writing session, and stuck with me so that I am certain I will dream of particulate disintegration and spontaneous combustion intertwined.