IN PROCESS

In fact, 

in spacetime there’s no facts!

Just perceptions and processes:

quantum moments.

Meaning, we’re verging, merging beyond mechanical, linear 3D;

atleast something is -

our senses? mind?

Sides, edges, parts -

all those separate bits and aspects 

are the matrix of Maya,

a coherent seeming, a story.

At best a stretched-out

Happening, a Becoming Field.

 Not-ness, what’s termed MU.

The nature of this spacetime

dimension,

this linear, bitsy little world,

with duality to confuse and complicate:

extremes of brightness obfuscating

and depths of supreme darknesses, dissembling

its quantum streams and frequency fields,

in the coherent flows of infinity