Matterphor
We travel in spirals, within spirals. It's a bigger picture, and more beautiful than your circles. Yet when the loops tighten, as time's fingers around the trachea of our solar system, we know, even the spirals are not the whole picture. Your irises, forged from Neptune's ice, follow the orbits and fear the heat of friction. They do not fear melting, but evaporation and the end of all things seen. It's this fear that keeps our lenses frozen, fixated on hypnotic rotations, unable to focus on the constant. It's this fear that keeps our lenses frozen, fixated on hypnotic metaphors, unable to break from the pattern of the present. Unable to acknowledge a wider perspective that can glimpse the self-identifying verity amidst the coils of our models of truth. Steadfast and unwavering, he wants to be perceived and he exists outside of our spirals. Therefore we must adapt ...