CDQ= {M/P + BS}(3)*

Cycle Duration Quotient = Result of the SUM of Mood divided between Physical markers Plus the PRODUCT of Brain-mind variance multiplied by Sleep hours TIMES three. *

*subject to the randomly organized shifts ocurring in clusters of 3,5,7 hours… or days, but never weeks. Aka the ‘stable instability’ factor.

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Between Not Yet

In the space between measures ||| Filling the chasm [ ] In between thin dashed lines – – – Tracing the gap –  – In between hyper and ventilation /] A void not yet emptied /-|]*

*/Cold inertia spilling out of me over everything ’cause I am here not yet there like a stain of dark ink my tainted blood paints it all I am done not yet begun like this storm I insisted to hold still but somehow just started paralyzing me ’cause maybe it can’t be any other way. Not just yet.]

WhipLashed

Sudden energy shift -back to where it came from out of fuckin’ nowhere with no space for readjustments not coming at me but taking that which I’d just gotten- this artificial energy unadultered now stolen in this double switch: switch.

Sudden instant fatigue –in slow motion my head feels so heavy  in commotion my thoughts cluttering -overcome by inertia I collapse wide awake I must close my eyes my head hurts I must try to rest- wide awake I can’t sleep once again muscles tense my mood in suspense but my energy deplete.S lo w l  y in creas i n g to 1/2 hypernesswhiplashed I am still may I please have more time before the next switch:switch? 


pRisM

Up-down, left-right, upside-down and viceversa. Unstable motion. Through smoke and mirrors. This figure split in odd angles. All sounds off-key. Untethered perceptions. Speed of light bending shadows. Unfinished momentum. Dangling. Increasing pressure on my neck I can’t breathe I can’t move I can’t speak the energies flow then shatter my shell again. Undone limit. I make my escape from your tightening grip. I Shift, drift and change the prism. I am the beginning, middle and/or end. In Finite Spectrum.

Dragged Pawn

PSeudO-GenEsiS

All & NothinG, End & BeginninG, NoN+UltrA: Ad infinitum.

Shifts I cannot stop, a subtle buzz I cannot mute: My parts rearranging in a time-space vaccuum 

Alfa-Omega decentered, No-Thing is All- Things: I fall off the scaffolds of this hollow shelter

Frigid absence to the bones and Im starved, disowned of affections I am torn apart: rebuilding what is left.

Black indifference burning acid to my soul, unfair dealings I am up for auction: OOAK yet another one

Instead of birth-giver can I trade for death-bringer? Pseudo Genesis in Apocalypse: fed up of this unrest.

Un-EXISTence:

how Unbearable… insanely paradoxical

to find myself numb, scattered and crushed

under the growing weight of my own Existence

how Absurd… logically detached

to shut oneself down

to unexpress in disguise not shout

under the thickening veil of one’s own seething Shame

how Untenableboth false and real

to push-battle-kickĀ  indefinitely

against the expanding mass of this…

the pervasive echo of my own disdained Resistance