frequency.

perception is an enclosure
complete with
pressurized compartments,
its translucent walls
protect against a subjective suggestion.
a non-reality
(the infinitesimal separatist)
grey, suspended: the
sound waves
balance upon the beams of delicacy
seemingly conscientious of preserving
our man-made machine:
the concept of time.
linear
leaning against permanence
an impossibility
we've created to quell the
question of self.
but somehow
i can't help but object
while i quiver at
the breadth of the universe seated between us.
nanometers stretched into light years
two impossible, irrevocable truths:
you're inside of me
and
you're quantum leaps away.