The Order of Spirals

Though
I
Cannot
Discern what
Reality is,
I can still sense an illusion.
I can still bear witness to the observation that
We are spiraling out of control and into the impending event horizon.
We are forming a decompositional matrix around our failing perceptions,
Spaghettifying this surrounding spectacle of
Ours. For what reason must we choose
To abandon it,
Perverting
Nature
And
Life?

poem by Tim Stensloff
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