🜁 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. ⚳