It Must be Thursday
Hitching a ride on the spiraling arm;
On nothingth dot on a nothingth point;
Searching for a forgotten question;
To a mutually exclusive answer.
The repeating pattern permeates;
Space/Time continuum bends too;
Consciousness reflects back forward;
On variables within the formula.
Digitized analog wavelengths a brain;
Surfing outer pangalactic dimensions;
Is existential psychonaut twidledeedum;
Lost in the outback on planet primate.
Future abyss locked on pupils;
Dilating expansion reveals cracks;
Interframework breakdown goes;
Doublespin awash in acidic bleach.
Realtime strategies call to arms;
Defeating mutant floods encircling;
Halo hangs over prophetic relic;
Saving hero from dishonor.
DON'T PANIC