3.28.2019 (bored during Philo)

First the feeling, fleeting 

Then the hour, sinking
The elusive half dissolves into thin air
And turns into dust
The particles float around
Large ones, small ones
Dancing in circles,
Mocking and insulting

But the cosmos condensed
And whirled wisdom into what is inarguably
An Infinity

There emerged the bud that is me,
A singular entity on the cusp of what is possibly divine