The Language of the Possible

Details like humans with a telescope translating runes onto paper 

For a human academy of attraction computing the talents and treasures of lifetimes

Over and under estimations done in first sequence balancing acts

Tonight I am calling for my heart to open

These preconceptions, preconditions, predeterminations

Are but folly for the darting ants so busy that the vacation of life becomes death

This is the language of the static maze of every day to be

Is but a function of those preceding

This in an additive principle hustling positives and negatives

Ignoring the exponential quality of anomaly comets crashing

The moment a star goes supernova

Blinding time for millennia

This is the language of the possible

Riding gravity not as a default pull between objects based on perquisites 

But in the interaction of all bodies in time and space

So that this moment in the eternity of the universe could not be this

Without the who and the when combing into how these words unfold

Wrapping tongues like dancers enamored into the dulcet and the marvelous

The strange and the stark to be profoundly altered by what always was

Dangerously close waiting for the sequencing for the exact moment in eternity

To become present like a melody wafting into novel ears

This is the language of the living

Vibrating into a cataclysm of understanding and action

Obliterating every notion of what must

In the planetary rattling aria of what is