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A Finite Expanse
infinite possibilities
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Created on 2005-09-01 18:22:26 (#8183573), last updated 2009-11-20
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Basic Info| Name: | agent_smart |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 1984-12-14 |
| Location: | Norfolk, Virginia, United States |
| Website: | http://www.myspace.com/agent_smart |
BioTwilitekid's Mirror
We are a 2-year-old,
I wanna do it,
I want to make,
I want to decide,
I want to determine,
I want to bestow,
but first, I want to know. But first, even, what will make a person happy? Well, anyway, I want to make difference, I want to create difference to define distinction, one and one, one and one, one and one, two -- but each, one.
.
We will allow one or two, but not three
Two sexes, two eyes, two ovaries, two strands, two chromosomes
day or night
life or death
one or zero love or hate
black and white checkers, black and white spirals, black and white people,
misconceptions of grey-blue, yellow red, monitor color knob down
.
One mirror reflection
well,
two reflections. We are light, aren't we?
but Mirror opposites are touching and matching...
There is one god, there is one truth, there are two sides to every story.
Why am I separating one sea from another?
Half-life
half-half blueprint, butterfly paint-in-paper folding is my heart and hemispheres.
.
Two is the least resistant division, decision, deduction is division
And that is the infinite distance
from the existor. The distance is within;
Within the center's very center, so I depart myself as I go deeper,
And I dice the gridded intersection material of YES, with my names
Existence is the positive,
the negative: division: My slicing analysis: electro................
magnetism.
.
and Insight is neutral
.
Do I get smaller and smaller, the harder I squint to decipher what I'm made of?
Do I assume, have faith,
Look straight ahead, look to the edge --
Across your one-dimensional circle-spiral, whathaveyou...
Look at Sagittarius
the face of the rest of the galaxy
.
Look to that burning radio signal fabled by intelligent life,
those ants digging ever-deep, the waxen wings that are heavy as misconstruction of towering stairways to heaven
The journey is always inward, smaller, smaller, I told you:
This false laying of bricks, odd-number addition, low-responsibility, non-exponential sand grain counting
is
divisive.
and so, you are made
.
Spanish, Hebrew, Japanese, Anglo, African
.
your tongues dance around the same meaning, and your ears are employed, and your mind is a sand-grain receptacle,
you interested collector of hobbies, you, you, you... you are not a natural machine....
you are not camouflaged, you are not an all-encompassing insight, a god's perception
was I?
no longer.
.
You are a fragment trying to smooth its edges. You tumble restlessly without your microscopic
puzzle
piece friction, with your purpose:
.
to prove that you are Sufficient, you are the only one. The Only One.
.
Only one?
.
There is only one, and unless the vision beyond the elastic glass of your retinas is a dream within you,
you cannot be the only one. at the largest stretch, one of two --
yourself
and everything else... but this is just a desperate comfort, this identification.
I look at things that I KNOW must be larger, because they contain me.
A little practice conception
.
So this joining of two --
Not like the Tower, not like atoms unyeilding to mine
which define your waist and chest,
but the unity of the parts of the brain and its synchronization with another
And Their synchronicity with what is no longer
"everything else"
.
The resolution --
peaceful resignation of ev.e.ry tool I've used;
to touch a finished machine
To lie inside and open my palm,
The gem of my mind clutched within --
.
Did you see that?? In the mirror?
.
That's my humanity, that is my distinction,
that is my dream-invested might-be that is my anchor to the Earth.
but... what is it?
.
Is it me? which? Both?
Look hard at myself, look hard at you,
We are one of two things: one or two
Both or neither
.
I give up knowing, I give up wealth, I give up power...
I give up design and shifting of balance. I am not -- an artisan,
I am not a master.
I want to be
and to be the truth, and know it
.
... but I would only feel I were disappearing.
.
Who gets to decide? Me-her or This-Us? As complete, are we even vulnerable to what makes commandments exist?
Here, there is no right or wrong. There is only one home, and
you. are. it.
.
.
.
Why am I different in the mirror?
one or two... one or two or both...
.
.
Your pressure.
Your driving opposition, vision-first into the glass.
You are not reliving a story-book fiction, you are seeing what gives you presence,
your lost completion behind a nuclear boundary;
protection from you.
is that you?
beyond valence electrons.
Blessed, deadly swords that you cannot not cross.
.
.
.
hide yourself.
You're always incomplete.
Search the dark valleys
deeper and deeper
between them
breathe
.
still
.
breathe
.
dark
.
inhale
.
dilated eyes couldn't take the light behind you.
you know it must be in the dark.
We are a 2-year-old,
I wanna do it,
I want to make,
I want to decide,
I want to determine,
I want to bestow,
but first, I want to know. But first, even, what will make a person happy? Well, anyway, I want to make difference, I want to create difference to define distinction, one and one, one and one, one and one, two -- but each, one.
.
We will allow one or two, but not three
Two sexes, two eyes, two ovaries, two strands, two chromosomes
day or night
life or death
one or zero love or hate
black and white checkers, black and white spirals, black and white people,
misconceptions of grey-blue, yellow red, monitor color knob down
.
One mirror reflection
well,
two reflections. We are light, aren't we?
but Mirror opposites are touching and matching...
There is one god, there is one truth, there are two sides to every story.
Why am I separating one sea from another?
Half-life
half-half blueprint, butterfly paint-in-paper folding is my heart and hemispheres.
.
Two is the least resistant division, decision, deduction is division
And that is the infinite distance
from the existor. The distance is within;
Within the center's very center, so I depart myself as I go deeper,
And I dice the gridded intersection material of YES, with my names
Existence is the positive,
the negative: division: My slicing analysis: electro................
magnetism.
.
and Insight is neutral
.
Do I get smaller and smaller, the harder I squint to decipher what I'm made of?
Do I assume, have faith,
Look straight ahead, look to the edge --
Across your one-dimensional circle-spiral, whathaveyou...
Look at Sagittarius
the face of the rest of the galaxy
.
Look to that burning radio signal fabled by intelligent life,
those ants digging ever-deep, the waxen wings that are heavy as misconstruction of towering stairways to heaven
The journey is always inward, smaller, smaller, I told you:
This false laying of bricks, odd-number addition, low-responsibility, non-exponential sand grain counting
is
divisive.
and so, you are made
.
Spanish, Hebrew, Japanese, Anglo, African
.
your tongues dance around the same meaning, and your ears are employed, and your mind is a sand-grain receptacle,
you interested collector of hobbies, you, you, you... you are not a natural machine....
you are not camouflaged, you are not an all-encompassing insight, a god's perception
was I?
no longer.
.
You are a fragment trying to smooth its edges. You tumble restlessly without your microscopic
puzzle
piece friction, with your purpose:
.
to prove that you are Sufficient, you are the only one. The Only One.
.
Only one?
.
There is only one, and unless the vision beyond the elastic glass of your retinas is a dream within you,
you cannot be the only one. at the largest stretch, one of two --
yourself
and everything else... but this is just a desperate comfort, this identification.
I look at things that I KNOW must be larger, because they contain me.
A little practice conception
.
So this joining of two --
Not like the Tower, not like atoms unyeilding to mine
which define your waist and chest,
but the unity of the parts of the brain and its synchronization with another
And Their synchronicity with what is no longer
"everything else"
.
The resolution --
peaceful resignation of ev.e.ry tool I've used;
to touch a finished machine
To lie inside and open my palm,
The gem of my mind clutched within --
.
Did you see that?? In the mirror?
.
That's my humanity, that is my distinction,
that is my dream-invested might-be that is my anchor to the Earth.
but... what is it?
.
Is it me? which? Both?
Look hard at myself, look hard at you,
We are one of two things: one or two
Both or neither
.
I give up knowing, I give up wealth, I give up power...
I give up design and shifting of balance. I am not -- an artisan,
I am not a master.
I want to be
and to be the truth, and know it
.
... but I would only feel I were disappearing.
.
Who gets to decide? Me-her or This-Us? As complete, are we even vulnerable to what makes commandments exist?
Here, there is no right or wrong. There is only one home, and
you. are. it.
.
.
.
Why am I different in the mirror?
one or two... one or two or both...
.
.
Your pressure.
Your driving opposition, vision-first into the glass.
You are not reliving a story-book fiction, you are seeing what gives you presence,
your lost completion behind a nuclear boundary;
protection from you.
is that you?
beyond valence electrons.
Blessed, deadly swords that you cannot not cross.
.
.
.
hide yourself.
You're always incomplete.
Search the dark valleys
deeper and deeper
between them
breathe
.
still
.
breathe
.
dark
.
inhale
.
dilated eyes couldn't take the light behind you.
you know it must be in the dark.
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