Change is sliding down the hill of teleology.
Quite effortless in movement as if perpetual motion can be seen.
The motion of the future is all that matters to the flow.
For then and now are nothing, like our past lives they must go.
We must always look forward or take forever to find our way.
A memory is just that, a place where learning was at play.
But if not using that knowledge, if not crossing to the future side,
consider yourself a cripple, consider yourself a tide.
Teleo is forward momentum until it is complete,
damned be the man who still suckles at the teat.
In this long and drawn out scene,
we play the satin waves of a mathematical sheen.
Bit/Byte fog envelops every possibility we can imagine,
the humidity surrounds us, like a blanket of origin.
So next time you’re praying try it on your feet,
just look to your surroundings, to find the teleologically progressive beat.
Hear her call, so will we all,
as in time illuminated frequencies, will shine the Omega call.
“Someone take these dreams away, that point me to another day.” NIN – Dead Souls