Still time...edit 1.1 ella,burr,nibb, ella again...

[vagabond]

mind food in beautiful form. as i like it.
the following are parts parts where i stumbled, sorry in advance for the butchering.. citation is not my thing

We look to see each paradox                 exactly what paradox are you seeing here?
 if you are refering to quantum fluctuation then i would write somethig like:

we strive to see this paradox
that smoothly slides past open eyes,
while moving dot by quantum dot within perceived, jumbled thoughts. 

 i think the rythm is better if you erase "our" in front of perceived.


Strange, then, that when we blink, the change                    there is no comma between strange and then or after blink
is someone gone
or war is won
or love is lost. 
... change in the blink of an eye?  parallel possibilities that we can´t observe? ... ah no,  decisions!  
                             

We dream in each entangled plane, 
a time where unwrit future grows;       
    
but not until the pieces move in to the place that we call now. ---------  a suggestion instead of that:
but not until  through all the past we transformed  into now.

Strange, then, that when we wake we failed
to hold the moon
or count the stars
or drink the sea.

and so, just now, the future is nearly set, bye bye infinity, so close but forever out of grasp. maddening how you rip that out of theoretical physics.

We  come to death, our past has gone,     
its parts are fixed anew in space.
We stumble through fresh formed terrain which flashes briefly in to view.
Strange, then, that when we die we hope
to meet old friends,
rekindle love,
and yet be free.                          not strange.. at least not the contents of our hopes. we are based on our past. all our longing (or maybe most of it) has a reference to something we experienced or desired.
we would only be free from that if the past were erased, but as long as time travel is not invented that is impossible.
but the fact that we hope for anything is strange indeed. maybe because of fear. or faith. or some black box in our minds we haven´t been able to observe yet

tectak 2017