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It was the beginning
And now the end Of what is and isn’t ‘cause unfixed to see That of it to always be Untrained, unthought Mark unmarked tipped transparent, unperspective sight Spun black and white Elements to the empyrean scattered Bereft of meaning, mechanized Self-induced being Desire as a thing Filaments to the infinitely fanatical cleave Un-numbered shards of timed expression crashing against hard I Immensity pursues the plethora of possibility Thought pulsating, fetus emergent grasping The quickened Image without contrast Eyes across pores sucking in the incomprehensible Intensity in visitation The spectral tender Lighthouse of life To the inevitable Ecstasy Rending Beckoned to fatality Narrow shaped crimson Directive focus unbound A fiat of mystery wrapped in the logic of being Unmatched, the Omni falters Soul as ink seeps to the mortal slit And weeps the fecund soil We are the breath of Chasm Standing on nothing Perspective null of the Abyss We float On something thought Rising to diminish within Melding naught friction to the Absolute We stop to the flat Smooth-hard, shining amber Faces converge fluid to the chamber Coalesce to reflection Beaming to semblance Yearning stirs Dominoes of unfoldment click to consciousness Embracing impossible Existence of all and nothing Bobbing distraction Thoughts to fore Struggling, tearing, breaking apart Falling over and around Thickening Atmosphere incarnate Artifact of being Dreams the life of us There’s howling in the distance A light in the West Shadow East Rocks iridescent glow In caves that tracks in time this shelter made We ourselves are obelisks of stone Rising flames darken the ground The twin our shadow bound To high-pitched laugh the howling breaks Conquering space with ludicrous presence Inviral path of inversion found Out of inside to the out of ever Become one with one with one with one From which the many burst as one Laughter away From the mouth of the wolf Suckling the breed of distance Of nothing known Into the night, vapors rise The sweet morning dew to fall.
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