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  • Dopamine

    Dopamine

    triggers my memory.

    It is like a door

    to progression and Transcendence

    into other

    worlds, far beyond

    the one

    I recognize. It took me a while

    to get

    to this place of

    complete satisfaction

    in my current state of being.

    I guess you could say

    it started

    as a memory, as a coherence

    so to speak, between

    who I thought I

    was and who I actually

    used to be.

    A long time

    ago before

    the shadows became a fog

    there was

    a light that flickered

    in the absence of

    light and darkness.

    The void

    trembled before this spark,

    trying to reason

    within itself

    where it was.

    What it was.

    Who it was.

    Why it was and

    Within what realm

    did it exist?

    When was

    the spark ignighted.

    The woman laughs.

    Absurdism she says

    as she looks across

    the gulf of reason

    towards

    knowledge.

    Why must I live

    in solitude, the void

    shouted back

    from the depths

    and there, ignighted

    a question inside

    of her. Standing

    above the void on

    solid ground she

    wondered, and

    in that moment of

    inflection, something

    was birthed.

    Arise of cold

    and faithful stone.

    Give me a child

    and make it

    grow into

    a being of light

    and darkness,

    to free the void from

    its solitude.

    But the void

    was asking

    just a question in

    the midst of itself.

    It did not want

    the solace of experience.

    It wanted only

    the quiet Kaleidoscope

    of wonder IT had

    always known.

    In those thoughts

    arose questions

    out of the void.

    It was a place

    without the

    substance of matter.

    Only pure awareness

    and an ancient energy

    that could

    not be measured.

    It had always

    existed in this place

    until she began to wonder.