Angelic Condition

Realities stacked, each one on the next,

all neatly bound to the boundless text.

I know the things which could have been

as they happen over and over again;

the words rearrange

but the page doesn’t change,

for everything is relative.

Viewing the world as it was and will be,

living it all simultaneously.

I haven’t the bound’ries of space or time—

One fluid motion, this dance sublime.

Cyclic and swimming

my mind won’t cease spinning

now everything is relative.

Like the single electron does seamlessly thread,

the lines and patterns sew thoughts in my head.

I objectively see free from chronology;

no frame, no bias, no mythology.

No opinion, just truth.

No faith, just proof

that everything is relative.

Through parallels and palindromes,

down Lorentzian Traversable rabbit holes,

until I am reduced subatomically

to a deeply fundamental me.

How transcendent the vision,

the Angelic Condition,

when everything is relative.