a fallen body of light, life
like, occupying
warped space and time, dimensionless.
there is no limit to emptiness.
what is given
unto these pretenses we call
life, or love hate happiness
spectrum of light
we inhabit. so narrow
its limitless sorrow, pleasure
we crave, to carve
out our slice of this
existence, a fluid
meat of sensation. we
are animated corpses
resurrecting broken dreams
from an unwoven rainbow.
life is not a dream!
there is no waking, there
is only an enormous
shadow of tears, both
sun and moon together,
binding suffering
to joy.
love is something
to die for or to die
from.
no one here
gets out alive.
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