illusions, illusions
illusions.
For the nth iteration, intelligence failed to acknowledge the uncanny accuracy of his grandfather
the sage
intuition.
under the moonlit cedar grove
hands poised
his brier pipe full
"Logic has no empathy,"
he muttered.
the aether overwhelmed his conscience
somehow we seem to understand yet underestimate the inevitable,
comprehending infinite sums of indivisible units of time.
He laughed
"..the possibilities were neglected prior to their inception
his subconscious no longer speaks
for his muse left him
rendering the cosmos obsolete
only turbulence remains
encompassing existence with exponential growth and decay rates
a dream he cannot escape
sun and moon are equal spheres, sisters
in his eyes"
Standing upon the ever-increasing mound of evidence
the individual became the conclusion
in spite of His mechanism
rage consumed him
"Now is never!"
"Tomorrow is none!"
conviction bleeding from his skin
lungs thick with pneumonia.
five times he beat upon god's drum
five times was his soul struck
imprisoned, in prison
tearing essence from flesh, the disciple discovered his marking
the symbol of the universe -
empty.
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