What Time Is It, Samij Datta, 2012
The Winged Time-Birds of Werner Heisenberg Sailing to Byzantium Through the Space-Grace Cars of Quantum-Alblackica (High-Xenon-High-Diesel-Harp)
The winged time-birds of Werner Heisenberg sailing to Byzantium asked itself the questions of quantum paradox from the seismic calendar that hangs on the walls of Shambhala; what art thou greater than the phoenix manifest within the Kalchakra of Tibet and be the new evolutive matter of Alblackica? In the tree, the tree is half the page of the moon eating the historical prejudice of one in the many for the many is the alternate light from which the one derives its own existence because quantum (plural) is the mother of consciousness (singular); from many we came as innumerable ones matter is wecra-wuhatrim-woawhitrobh (6657d-8843s-9976k) “to keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come”.
In the symmetric minimal two-qubit state tomography, the arrow was the flashing sign of spectral horizons, multiple inviolate space cognizance possible in the flame of the Dovhajkakoithanivyatromatin; grace on grace is per decra grace on azex time flaxet bond Roman numerals XIV to XIV within the plaintive numerology of the world habitat of enlightened ones. To set the equation where it was, energy must be the crow sapping-poison of mud making the drinking fountains clean as the oceanic drop of pearl translating the informations communicated by entangled photon pairs in the grey-skull cupola of the morning rose chanting the hymns that bring mind to the stone and from the stone then to the sky to see the hybrid constellations that are spacecraft promulgations of consciousness coming down to the earthly race.
Tail-Fish-Wings Yat-Tat-Om 19-91-19-91 Prime-Time-Dimension Deneb
- Joy Roy Choudhury
Ref: W.B Yeats poem ‘Sailing to Byzantium’.