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He had high cheekbones is what his family had told him as he grew and his face stopped the morphing of puberty, was fired in the kiln of adolescence. Over the years there were of course nicks and furrows but the cheekbones stood salient and above the churning and eroding of time. At 20 he had a job as a waiter at a small restaurant which wasn’t much of anything, nothing that he felt would define him in the end or that now he was a sharer of the designation Waiter along with thousands of other...

He had high cheekbones is what his family had told him as he grew and his face stopped the claymorphing of puberty, was fired in the kiln of adolescence. Over time there were of course nicks and furrows but the cheekbones stood salient and above the churning and eroding of time. At 20 he had a job as a waiter at a small restaurant which wasn’t much of anything, nothing that he felt would define him in the end or that now he was a sharer of the designation Waiter along with thousands of others...

Oh, here is an interesting fact” he languidly drags out, his voice lazily floating toward us through the ethereal wisps gathered around his head in a redolent miasma. “Jamaican scientists have discovered that THC actually prevents cancer.” He turns to stare at us, his red-tinted eyes conveying the infinite gravity of the situation: “That’s what the DEA doesn’t want you to know.” The images of Rastafarians converting Erlenmeyer flasks to bongs, foregoing science in favor of their divine intuit...

Fermions and quarks bounce endlessly While electrons travel down recursive paths. Here entropy is blocked by a strict pattern, Here Chaos suffers imposed symbols, Their provenance unknown but divine. By quantum flickering is God made matter. Coded thrice, fecundity springs from mere matter. Four letters Converge And Gather Together endlessly In tessellations divine. On courses static as rails, down congenital paths Travel organic, protean symbols Generating Eidetic patterns. Neither off nor o...

Perception is King. Then, a forward march through time. Abstraction Usurps.