The further we get from the gravity of youth
The faster we seem to accelerate
Daysweeksmonthsyears compress
Existence trembles under the weight
Memories continue to accumulate
While our lives accrete mass
Time expands from then to now
Experience condenses from a cloud of gas
The mind finds a delicate balance
Between the seen and the still unperceived
Time compounds the illusion
Scattering signals not yet received
There’s no limit in either direction
Here on the playground of infinity
From quarks to the cosmic expanse beyond
Thoughts compose the concinnity
From atoms to Adam we’ve progressed
Along vectors through dilating time
The event horizon of destiny bears
The qualia of the cosmic sublime
The crush of mortality is brutal
Compounded and impossibly dense
The unbearable inertia of living
Becomes meaning without the pretense
Mannino Acid 