Relatively speaking
This is, that is my/your only way
to express wholes:
- in sequential, quantum blobs
and bitsy partials;
experiencing everything on the move,
diminishing into vanishing points
or emerging from them
near or far, spatially contextual.
Every breath, sense, perception
woven into Time's windswept weft,
always.
Aside from where they were or are
-out of mind and sight-
on those other sides.
Pathways swing around Objects,
whether macro or nano
slung, gravitationally by their mass
and momentum
for ever flashing by, out of reach.
Their variable propulsion
waning or surging non-stop,
skirting cannibal holes and anomalies
tracing ellipses and parabolas
as they plummet along lines of least resistance, free-falling,
freely-powered on their hyper-speed,
extant and existent in their own right
needing no observing intelligence
to verify, authenticate their presence.
Yet, even so,
leaving you/me out of the equation,
still relative to their own
beginnings, destinations and effects.
Nothing called nothing relative to nothing - every mote of the Void
a glint in the mind of God.