My little consciousness shoots out
Into the fire of the voids entwined
Blazing through immaterial selves
Backward thoughts of recognition
As the universe self-creates
Nebulae of chaos perfectly lush
Laid down on the aeon of nonexistence
From stone therefore erects a change
Like trees, slowly protruding upwards
Fractal realities of self-portraiture
Glaze through inconspicuous souls
Reaching gently into our lights
And as I realize what I shouldn’t
As time passes through my mind
I find it strange to conceive:
Marching in stillness of moments
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