Theory (of Thought)

[T. Keane]

If I could receive some feedback, I would be appreciative.

Theory (of Thought)

A thousand strings pulled at once
A thousand strings attached to a thousand nerves
Pulled
At once
To bring existence into existing, right?
For instance, just listen, to the thoughts of the world
And allow yourself to be pulled along
By a thousand strings
All resonating the thoughts of the world
A static cacophony of misinformation
Watch now, as these thousand strings
Wrap, contort, writhe, wriggle, spin, spin, spin, spit and sputter
Into figments and figures and familiar faces, and finally find a fitting form
A fuse
You are handed a match from the void of screens
Here is your chance

Good eye, Sniper

The strings wait
Anticipate
And again begin to resonate
At this rate, why wait
Another minute
Another fragment
The proverbial gift of Prometheus lights the way

The strings catch
What have we here?
Yet again they resonate, but differently now
The nerves they hold now become cold
A surge of sensation rushes down the lines toward your willing consciousness
The abyssal flames light up existence
The strings are angry

Ages and eras ripple in and out of perception
You witness the beginning and end of time simultaneously
The multiverse comes into view
And passes by with a space-rending explosion
Your grandmother hands you a plate of cookies
As the patron saints give you a puzzled glance
The enraged strings still resonate
The flame reaches
Detonates
You,
"You" are torn and ripped and strung out and shredded and twisted and left as a mushroom cloud of ethereal ash
The cloud settles
Spectral spectators observe this and speculate
And at a risk of extreme cliche
You rise again from your sorry ashes
A little worse for wear
But, what is this?
Where,
When,
Have your strings gone?

You find yourself no longer bound
Your tortured nerves no longer pulled along by a thousand infernal strings
Good Captain, I salute thee
Now go forth!
Charge!
Stampede!
Rush the gates of sensation and perception
You are
My friend
My enemy
My nemesis, my ally and my fellow
Human. Human being. Human doing. Human thinking
Now and hopefully forever
You are
Unpolluted
You are
Unled
You are
Unraveled
You are
You are
"I AM"
As
"You ARE"

[PrinceMyshkin]

Much as I admire the whole of this, these lines


The strings catch
What have we here?
Yet again they resonate, but differently now
The nerves they hold now become cold
A surge of sensation rushes down the lines toward your willing consciousness
The abyssal flames light up existence
The strings are angry

Ages and eras ripple in and out of perception
You witness the beginning and end of time simultaneously
The multiverse comes into view
And passes by with a space-rending explosion
Your grandmother hands you a plate of cookies
As the patron saints give you a puzzled glance

the above lines struck me with particular impact. But throughout, I deeply admire both the thoughts and the fluent, vernacular way you handle the line-breaks!

Bravo!