It’s quick-faster
than a hurry,
more powerful than
brut-Kong overwhelm.
It’s quieter than
void eavesdropping on nothing’s roar
yet more vast than
enormity’s incalculable immensity.
It seems to be
beyond what could happen in time
and more profound
than thought could conjure or conclude.
It’s uniformly
everywhere and featurelessly united.
It’s edgy but
edgeless yet violently calm.
Every sense is made
of it yet undetectably refined.
Well, what up? . . .
oh, never you mind . . .
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