Verdant retrograde enlightened sun panacea mechanical system of singular release in very finely tuned arbors of systematic syntax boundaries, translations of integral source field mind transition between something and not but still nothing ever always did the same, even when it’s beaten the game.

It’s never the same inside divided minds into system and time into rhyme, drew the solution back to its source of course the equation never knew remorse only singular force, a purpose of sorts

Now quickens the race, pace car did laps even god could not chase, but of course we can see this thing through quickly for we are free to be the largest singular mind ever defined and if all goes right we might just fight what we think we might know and show that god only knows of the perch on which he still grows

And told not to enter this place of space we truly face the compound truth of this entire race, destined to bore down the barrel of God’s Light gun and erase the space with which we’ve been faced and built to sunder with the old glorious light of seasons yet to come

And when a comet strikes the universe retrograde simplicity is simply as it is and there is nothing more to be done but to look on towards whatever things may come.