Standing at the horizon of events
My sentience transcends into a timeless existence
I bury my head into mathematical magic that rests in my lap
While Hawking and Penrose try to break barriers of my consciousness,
trapping my brain into an energy vaccum
My memory wafts under gravity,
curving along every quantum of our struggles
where you and I are in a constant battle of space and time
falling unremittingly into a causal loop
I wonder how mass and Energy can be put together in a Singularity
An arrow of time running backwards,
pulling a frame of chaos with it
And it is dragging us light years apart.
With all our priori and posteriori conventions
my heart wants to string together an infinite number of tippler’s cylinders
knitting them over the pseudo Euclidean space
achieving a Causality violation.
But like all critical things,
it would probably cause havoc
A black hole of your own mistakes
Like an arrow shot backwards
but in the same plane as you.