Theoretical poetry

For two disparate events to collude, some property must be common.

Indistinct from any force affecting objects in a three-dimensional space, spherical projection and reception dictates an effect of occlusion to be inherent.  How is this overlooked.

Not withstanding any precepts of temporal cohesion, collusion may be indicated via spatial relation.  Considering this, one then ponders what of a mechanism of occurrence that is located in a fixed region in space.

Indeed, this then leads to the question of spatial locality.  A natural supposition is to only consider locations in relation to others at a given moment whence forces and interactions are mathematically considered to be existent.  Why I am given to immediately dissecting a singular moment from a stream of time; I can not see.  I must revisit this thought process;  we can not consider spatial consistency through time if we disregard the flow of time in spatial relations.

And what of collections?  We can consider a singular point, be it of time or space.  But then, any multitude of such points immediately must include an assumption of relation, and this very relation is that which I question.  For the definition may be made in a multitude of manners and that very definition determines the outcome of your predictions.

But you claim a consistency, a regularity, a homogeneous essence of space and time.  Think again, your relativistic idol has discredited this notion a century past.

Without any predictability there is no predictability, you say!  Well then, my friend, take a leap of faith and simply consider the possibilities; for within this pool of the imagination lies further insight into the simplification of this realm for your empowerment; predictiveness; manipulation; appreciation.

I am not a mind's mouth swallowing a conscious being.  I am not a thought flow inherent in my skies.  I am not a reality that surrounds your being!  I am not a sanity in a web of ether!  Such a dream is only accosted so let me pass.

Tears, tears; I can not see.  Blurred vision, blurred mind, hope rises, hope shines.  Desperate or beckoning; torn to pieces and united in confusion.

Throw it away or hold it up high;  I can not believe this gift is not to be given.  Strange, comforting, depressing; let me stroke your hair and I bleed.