Matters of a persistence

Persistence is the doctored method of understanding, what degree of passionate want becomes the method by which one shall live when considering how one can love? The activity that becomes greater than the heaven given hearth to us. The ground beneath us becomes something fierce, frozen, spoken, and song. It is a degree that surpasses the mighty heaven and easily surpasses a find. One thing that shall never be the envoy of a simple wish. To be like an HMS Bounty would be to invite folly, failure, false freedom, fateful faltering, and flat malice. Like thoughts of alliteration, it is something that cannot be, grabbed, grasped, or dragged out of the angle. To pieces or to peace? perhaps to part never like something again that shall never become what one wants or waits for, it will behave like a measured mace. Never again to be bound by shape, not like water, but like matter being strung along. A benign force that simply is and could not be defined with ease. Like a spaghettification impact on light, drawn into a spiral it sinks. Unlike a motion, free like a wave, trapping all within a massless form. Like matter, with chains and of heat, it breeches all else. What bonds that anything knew, no longer matters in its part. The ways of the gathered flesh, of men, of animals, of land, of sea, of light, of space, of darkness, of all. Shall it never find a final place, even in a wadded up force of gravity tugging. An accretion disc is the resting place for much and many parts of matter. All is in itself the will of the norm, greater than the mast, it is the objectivity devoid of anything but will itself. The simplest measure that is a matter of persistence.