OF ALL THINGS
THAT DO NOT EXIST
I only know this world the best; that on/off
fluctuation I take part in, the alternating
vague certainty you see. On/off, only/alone,
all one thing to be. I am so sure that matter
projects and through it all projecting we make
other worlds, just as we use them and they
use us. All things conjoin, all myths converge.
We are them, and they are us : owl-light,
candle-flicker, open heart ablaze - the
mirth and factor of a thousand open worlds,
each wide, all agape, and taking as they give.
On/off, and taken, as well, to give. We are
all in some sense kin, pealing back and peeling -
an 'I know you as you know me he she' sensation.
One place of many minds in an all-adjacent Time.
Yes then go. Assume the categories projected.
Round globe and definition : line chart angle heart,
the fractured songstress, the mathematics of a
Sun agreed to - solar wind and micro marsh,
all we say, what we say, and - lastly - as we last.
Enough! Nothing exists at all! One and a thousand
midnights live in such expansive darkness. The
harbor holds its boats and they depart, as too the
mind creates its mental thoughts - all probable
worlds comporting. They too take form and turn
and mire, and then depart. All that is, until
Oneness takes it away.
THAT DO NOT EXIST
I only know this world the best; that on/off
fluctuation I take part in, the alternating
vague certainty you see. On/off, only/alone,
all one thing to be. I am so sure that matter
projects and through it all projecting we make
other worlds, just as we use them and they
use us. All things conjoin, all myths converge.
We are them, and they are us : owl-light,
candle-flicker, open heart ablaze - the
mirth and factor of a thousand open worlds,
each wide, all agape, and taking as they give.
On/off, and taken, as well, to give. We are
all in some sense kin, pealing back and peeling -
an 'I know you as you know me he she' sensation.
One place of many minds in an all-adjacent Time.
Yes then go. Assume the categories projected.
Round globe and definition : line chart angle heart,
the fractured songstress, the mathematics of a
Sun agreed to - solar wind and micro marsh,
all we say, what we say, and - lastly - as we last.
Enough! Nothing exists at all! One and a thousand
midnights live in such expansive darkness. The
harbor holds its boats and they depart, as too the
mind creates its mental thoughts - all probable
worlds comporting. They too take form and turn
and mire, and then depart. All that is, until
Oneness takes it away.
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