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justwalt
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reedit of scratch upon the surface

Post by justwalt » January 2nd, 2017, 1:42 am



I'm still quite preoccupied with my... fundamental existence seeking...
or, the stalking of that elusive concept, in which... I potentially dwell,
marooned in this place, with my ration of time, (relatively speaking)...
I must occupy this space, betwixt someone else's... heaven and hell

is my consciousness obliged to come into being, or is it a volunteer...
am I not an incarnation, and have I not come from... whence I came,
I'm just in the passing through, of this dimension, this mortal frontier...
but to this end, I give pursuit, for it's in my giving... where I find gain

too often, reality gives me diversion, but I can't grant it... recognition...
instead I tread on these lies, set upon my path... of human existence,
and as I challenge this paradigm, it comes to mind... of my affliction...
but some minds never dream to share... in this finer art of resistance

and what is a mind... an elemental brew, a mathematical expression...
or just a biological junction, between varying streams... of being-ness,
and if this form followed that function, life would be its true reflection...
yet, is anything ever formed, or must it be... just about the awareness

if this dream is true, this party in paradox... pour some more purpose...
surly wonderful things are happening, yet, is the proof worth knowing,
I took this mission, this quest... to place my scratch upon the surface...
who says it's not a hungry universe... from what I see, it's still growing

it's a life to death cycle that I follow, the course, cancels my confusion...
I just go with the flowing, even so, there's no better choice on my table,
my only freedom here is that of my will, any other, is owned by illusion...
perhaps this may be overcome, when the willing one, is ready and able

if you question my perceptions, look within yourself, as... I am also you...
funny, now it's easy to see how I never was ever... out there on my own,
perfect strangers we are, as if you didn't know, who's bumped into who...
once you see the self, you'll see the only truth, that truth has ever known

wgs/5/16
many is a word

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