indeed

Did you tread the dirt hard, on stilts; did you walk above the filth? Would you trespass on the insignificant; do they serve a purpose with their one handed responses, with their leaden attributes? Nothing they have is beyond your reach, every tiny morsel, a treasure, but a trifle. If it's not worth having, is it refuse, will you burn it? Now we move beyond the detritus, feeling nothing like awe, handy relief; merely a subtle passing between voids. Rushing, swirling lights. A man flies by, and two blocks anon he flies apart. Mirthful rue, where is the knowledge? Who knows if the moment exists; did it ever? On a virtual mountaintop colorful icons cavort to your prompts. Relegated spineless names, their lives as empty as a discarded cereal box, now you shed a tear as one slips into an avalanche and disrupts a moment of perfect monotony. Outside the box, hovering in a queue, they wait. Time is precious, but in a universe designed over the flux of countless millennium, does one second count beans above the next, or the aforementioned? Galaxies do in fact revolve around your greatness – it is all you know. In the neighboring cube another rotates in perfect discord to your own. Together they would mingle and cause heaven to form in concentric circles. A symphony would evolve, but today the stars will not align. Only chance can spark chaos. These pure moments fuel the universe – do not be fooled by frailties when some vaguery considered by the next fellow spurs a splitting atom, the contagion, to blink and cause a mighty stir.