Waking up, I found myself in the universe that did not collapse.
Thoughts infinite
Long threads, almost infinite; super strings in every color and then some
Such are my thoughts, higgedly-piggedly, complete disorder, but every thread of its unique color
Here lies the opportunity, impeccable logic; tie the threads together:
Perfect order – blue to blue, red to red, emerald to emerald
Bring order to chaos
So easy…
Oh, that I was born
colorblind.
On experts
You may know the name of a bird in many languages, but that doesn’t mean you can sing like one, let alone fly.
Fire
burns
Relentlessly
Until nothing is left
To burn