Now on YouTube, taking the Heisenberg
Observer back, once Kozyrev proved
Coherence alters time -- we broadcast constantly
We receivers. Yet he couldn't get the room read
When each nonpareille grain of crystal oscillates
Wildly, a condition not even measured in the West,
How the sweat itself makes the lie detector lie.
Inside the spiral, one can only see their own
Biofield, all that is measurable as unique,
When they observe the crystals dissolve in tea
Or the moment the water steams -- it flexes time,
The lens creates NDEs as sure as fasting did
To the ancient mystics in the inner chamber
Of Fibonacci curve, where time's been squeezed
Of any meaning, slowed down to absolute zero point
Where everything is solid, immovable,
Glistening like jello under the moon mold
Having spun down like a record to a stop.
Having spun down like a record to a stop.
Time so compressed to a vacuum state creates
Alternate timelines, the beginning of travel
As chrononaut surfing the pure wave
By humming at the turn of dewy earth; voila:
Telepathy, premonition, someone else's memory...
Time as an experiment, while we can still stay
In this density, but light moves so fast we won't be able
Soon to track it, but we can be it, in the resonance
Of an empty chest, from the field of oneness.
When time is at its heaviest, nothing's sensed or felt,
Except as distant people dream about Siberia
Where the notes are passed back and forth
Between the separate strands of time, it would be
Like a knitting circle, but for the White Observer there
Who, when the observer's forced to observe herself,
In the ultimate sensory deprivation tank, one thing only
To perceive: a whirr of humming uberspecific love
And nothing else, what kind of madness have you built
Into this experiment? Proving only what you knew before,
That we are holy, and showing nothing to those who can't see,
Who still precipitate particular particulates, gluons, neutrinos
And such, to determine when the great chain of being will end,
But it terminates at the other side, the observer, the all-seeing
Eye, that pyramid of In God We Trust One, our actual antennae,
Being, transcending what is seen by seeing, and words let go.
