.
Moment random…
Passing through myself.
I stop.
Past my flesh,
Past my bones,
I glow my half-life of decay
An abstraction of symbols
With one purpose,
To tell you…
That you can.
But it’s not so, is it?
You understand, in a lucid moment,
You feel the pang, the visceral chimera of materiality,
The passage of corpus through your ether…
A filament of divine folly
Contrived to speak the single moment of eternity in one breath.
How can you be other, how can he be the creator of the created when the created is never absent from the creator?
Dissolve, no up, no down, no more desire… Only the glorious elixir of death… eternally everlasting, or is it?
It’s quite absurd… don’t you think?
You…plopped here to do what? Dream your random dream?
It’s quite faded… you know, it’s all a temporary jest!
Name one …without pulling it out of the rabbit hole – on the other hand… a rabid whole…
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