Matter

Constant stops interfere my thoughts Preventing me from descries of how fast the time flies Not quiet at all but at the same time Internal echo reveals the empty halls My sight is filled with ambiguous pictures Pushing away the quilt which protrudes when I try to calm down A noble idea of a man with a singular core But there's really nothing to look for Nothing to look for Layers of stratosphere under my cold feet Accelerating space debris shortly piercing this head Like an orbiter circumnavigating No radar nor control, nothing to make me whole Augmenting dark matter Supervoid born of nothingness Firmly questioning permanence Augmenting dark matter Shape shifter born of not seeing Insane pseudo-being taken down Tacking together From the stimulus stream At what expense Do we define a being? Augmenting dark matter Supervoid born of nothingness Firmly questioning permanence Augmenting dark matter Shape shifter born of not seeing Insane pseudo-being taken down