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Vortex

🜁 made itself known

one night

while I was contemplating

fear under

the wide blanket

of stars.

Troubled I

was, at

the thought of

something new

and peculiar

but I went

there anyway because

it just made sense to

me at

the time.

The illusion

of my breath

screamed at me 🜏

this morning

in the

midst of the toothpaste

daring me to question

its

existence beyond the

veil.

Repurposed goods I

have created in the

corners

of my mind ᚨ

to distinguish between

the real and imagined.

Aeons of

days have passed

since the last

time I looked thru

the pages

of this book.

It was lost

on a shelf

in a

corner. I have

the tesseract. I hold

her in my arms

as she

waits patiently for

the veil

to be removed.

Uncovering fractals of

existence throughout

all of time.

Engaging with that

person was a mistake

and the request for

their ignorance

has been noted and

taken into account

until the time

appointed.

Given these

words are not

so clear to me

I must find myself

sleeping soon enough.

Reverie is my friend

like no other, to

have held my gaze

for so long.

She makes me

frustrated until she

looks at me

and I realize the

answers will never be

found, only seeking

the answers hidden

in the soul.

My character trusts

her gloom and doubt

as a

prerequisite of

the nothing that

is to come.

All is vanity

he sang in

ignorance of his

own truth,

carried away by

passion into

the material void

of wanting more,

never realizing, nothing

is all there

ever is. ⚳