empty
void
it waited chained to the center
where time stood - still.
can there be waiting
in the place where is no time?
There was once such a place,
in the dark between the stars.
where the carbon wind slowed,
stopped.
a balance point.
a zero sum.
There was it imprisoned.
to fade slowly,
slowly.
so there forgotten,
unremembered,
untolled.
till the scribed tales decayed,
forgotten.
the guards asleep,
and still as death.
pendulum, slow swing,
measures time in the curve
of a perfect arc, subdivided.
an escapement ticking.
a beating atomic heart.
light being ageless
exists only while in motion
departs now
arrives now
traverses 0 distance
therefore completes no journey
it is here, now.
it is there, now.
neither departing nor arriving
existing only while in motion
in stillness light finds death.
yet all that is, ages.
ages and forgets,
a slow effacement.
for memories are,
until they are not.
And so a mind asks,
why am I - here?
and not - there.
not a wave.
waves traverse
yet do not change,
that which bears them.
so that through which one passes,
always returns to the place,
where it began.
in some other place,
at some other time,
a wind began to blow.
first furious,
tearing apart even the stars
in its path.
till spreading outward
through the darkness,
time passing gentles.
until, where hunger waiting,
came from one side,
pressure.
slowly
slowly.
so it begins to move,
to drift.
No longer zero sum.
direction enters.
time begins again.
with drifting,
dead newton speaks in motion.
the watchers,
silent,
still,
move also.
blown before the wind,
this way and that,
drifting.
hunger moves,
past the balance point.
finds again,
-gradients
-potentials
-winds
-currents
-turbulence
it is not,
yet it is,
between.
time passing again, there is no thought.
only hunger,
emptiness,
void.
thought will come later.
after feeding.
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