Unequivocal - Origin

A single image frozen in time

Bisected cells perfectly preserved

To be examined with scrutiny

To hold a moment in the palm of your hand

From what angle is the deceit of perception

Continuous action is the death of the mind

A single sliver in an endless expanse

Held suspended eternally

The span of the bow pulled to its arc of tension

Itself holds no duration even when released

We exist in silent stagnation

Collected shards that make up the whole

Among the infinity divisible

We omit any plurality

An absolute of magnitude and order

A compilation of motionless depth

In any moment no movement exists

Only to occupy a space at rest

So we have never begun

No start and never an end

The span of the bow pulled to its arc of tension

Itself holds no duration even when released

We exist in silent stagnation

Collected shards that make up the whole

This block of time in which we thrive

Process eliminations of the divide

Prison of obsolescence no control no agency ad infinitum

All acts are predetermined what has been continues will forever be

The though is paradoxical to elapse occur and to never have been

Bound by the chains of reason we can never escape and never be free

Autonomy stripped away wordless nothing lasts forever

From being to becoming empty it is irrelevant

Free quantum dismemberment will decoupling reality ends

Free unstable symmetry will euclidean gravity ends