Testo New Physics Rant

Because of things remembered, nothing changes

We simply follow

Rhythms that are distant echoes

Ancestors turning in their sleep
Silhouetted on the future, playful figures that cut

Across the winking eye of God's projector

A partial eclipse of the original light that

Emanates in all directions

So that darkness isn't pierced but rather

Forced to retreat

Pushed out by its own internal explosion

The screen of God's movie is time expanding
And every atom is a solid globular mirror in which

His grotesque anamorphic grin splits the darkness



Everywhere our world's expanding

Journeys through the soul

Past all thought and understanding

Science or control



Looking into the future

Is looking at the past

In whichever direction you happened to face

You were forward and I was slipping back

In the time it takes for the light of the -stars-

To stir-the retina-rods and cones

History's in the beholder's eye

A fait accompli dans une autre endroit

The further away we are, the farther back we see,

Unless we could gaze, instantly across the sound

Where, moored like ships, planets anchored

Swing and sway-golden barges

Laden down with mist and frozen crystals

Dancing away



Everywhere our world's expanding

Journeys through the soul

Past all thought and understanding

Science or control