{rd} – certainty in time’s circle
Temples –
the uncertain journey to certainty
an unending trail of a winding conversion of call and answer until you realize
you’re talking in the same circles you’re walking.
Instead of wearing yourself down
to end back up here again.
You stop to consider how ghost steps follow you like a shadow of the past
Them you look in front of you and realize you’re following the same footprints your past is following
the past, present, and future, and it all clicks.
“We are time”
Time isn’t a place on the circle,
rather which piece belongs to me in
that moment, the past and future the universe’s poperazzi trying to tame time by marking every step of your Odyssey to overcome the divines’ ordeals
so they can play pretend their portion of a perfect circle
is somehow a straight line to Mt Olympus’ marble podium
They care not who climbs to the top
Only that they’re the ones to carve your name onto the plaque
***Poet’s note – I can’t remember writing this line. I remember writing “…so”, only to look down and see this:
so they can play pretend their portion of a perfect circle is as you overcome the divines’ ordeals
• Temples – the uncertain path to certainly is a winding conversion of call and answer until you realize you’re talking in the same circles you’re walking. Instead of wearing yourself down to end up back here again. You stop to consider the past, present, and future, and it all clicks. “We are time” Time isn’t a place on the circle, rather which piece belongs to our self in that moment, the past and future are just the universal poperazzi trying to mark every step of your Odyssey of divines’ ordeals so they can play pretend their portion of a perfect circle is somehow a straight line to Olympus’ marble podium as you overcome the divines’ ordeals.
You now know how to predict the future, just look back and remember where your self is and blaze a trail back to him so you can lead him straight back to the Truth, rather than detouring through the hellfire ignorance
{rd2} time circle
Time isn’t a place on the circle,
rather which piece belongs to me
in the present moment,
the past and future shadow
my ego’s echoing
like it’s the universal poperazzi
trying to tell time
by marking every step of your story
Odyssey to overcome ordeals
So divine so they can
play pretend their portion of a perfect circle
is somehow a straight line
to Mt Olympus’ marble podium
They care not who climbs to the top
Only that they’re the ones to carve your name onto the plaque
Time isn’t a piece of the pie, rather which piece
belongs to me at this Ohio state fair
the past and future jealous the present writes the words to his story when he speaks
like my ego like echos that they all still think are me
like it’s the universal poperazzi
trying to tell time
by marking every step of your story
Odyssey to overcome ordeals
So divine so they can
play pretend their portion of a perfect circle
is somehow a straight line to Mt Olympus’ marble podium
They care not who climbs to the top
Only that they’re the ones to carve your name onto the plaque
You now know how to time travel,
just look back and remember
where your self is and blaze
a trail back to him so
You can scare him straight
back to the good Truth, detouring the hellfire ignorance
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Time isn’t a place on the circle,
rather which piece belongs to our self in that moment, the past and future are just the universal poperazzi trying to mark every step of your Odyssey of divines’ ordeals so they can play pretend their portion of a perfect circle is somehow a straight line to Olympus’ marble podium as you overcome the divines’ ordeals.
You now know how to predict the future, just look back and remember where your self is and blaze a trail back to him so you can lead him straight back to the Truth, rather than detouring through the hellfire ignorance
♡Sugar☆World☮ 