Similiarities of a Wormhole & Free Will

the Unsaid Similiarities of a Wormhole,
Transcendence, & a little Free Will


I am...
ripping my body to soon forgotten shreds,
shredding my eyes from my amnesiac tears,
tearing my mutinous mind as I break,
breaking my internal fall as I climb back,
and yet, falling forever...

The lines of causality have smeared,
no doubting it now.
They blur and melt into one another,
so slowly,
twisting, transversing, and then reversing in and out of
time, space, and then nothing at all.
They birth a death in all effects,
abort a distinction of every cause,
recreate a depth in dimensions.

A boy stands on the side of the eight-laned superhighway debating which direction to go. To the west is a metropolis, so far distant that the curvature of the earth hides even its towering spacescrapers beneath the horizon; to the east is another metropolis, equally distant and equally hidden. There is not a singular difference between the two directions of the highway, and yet, for reasons unfathomable to anyone else in the world, the boys turns to the west.