Flawlessly fractured in qualitative drive,
Fiction flares freely into oblivious bliss,

Where Ignorance revived from a mundane past
Decides on behalf of vacuous contentment within this,

From galactic empires looking down on an unruly spawn,
To exile beneath their mighty doorstep to overlook,
With lies & half minded truths for every cycle to perfect or deny,.

In elliptical scrolls of continuous cognition,
As circadian rhythms survive in sunlight,
To collect & compartmentalize information,
Of what it means to hold time still & yet feel alive

But if somehow time comes to an end,
And space extends far into the last big bang,
Understanding of all things is a hurry to conquer helplessness,
Only to give it all up lost in something understated & played for.,

Inertia takes more to control than to let grow,
Standardized operating systems for human souls,
Out of social awareness or personal relativity,
Into where time & space shift between paradigms of reference.

Idk, maybe .