i want to write

I want to write. I am not a painter I am a poet, at least that what I play on here. Words are abstract as brushstrokes. Languag3e and syllibias are ment to be played with and know it was better better to play. No plan only goals to be here and now the nice thing is it is always now. Plans melt and are adapted to greater, not greatest, but greater forces of time and space. Time beyong the roman calendar based on roman numbers a failed mathematical system. Time that stretches and holds space together time that exist through all 12 plus dimensions of space time that is the same in the past as it is in the present just as space is perpetually new with nothing added just chance colliding with itself shifting space and marking time.