There
is, an is . . .
that
is, insatiable, irrevocable,
unrelenting,
uncompromising.
There
is,
an
unrewarding is,
an
is with no leverage,
no
measure,
no
cognitive means,
outside
of sensorial methods.
There
is an is . . .
of
no direction or cause,
no
consequences or depiction,
no
formalized content.
There
is an is . . .
beyond
repetition and name
that
dispels the notion of boundaries,
an
is as seamless death to all events.
There
is a featureless is
that
does not overwhelm
nor
underscore
in
which nothing is surrendered.
There
is an is . . .
without
witness to the disrobing
of
experience
yet
beyond any notion of compelling
or
the method of observation.
There
is an is . . .
without
sensory introduction
yet
contained
in
the sharing of every, within.
An
is that has no concept of embrace,
an
is of presence without resistance,
an
is of everywhere,
of
time and space, laid bare,
as
a continuing,
quantum
of is . . .
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