Giving in
to eventfulness’s eminence,
accepting
sensory’s input as overload,
acknowledging
self-consciousness
as a
conclusionary method,
our
undisclosed cosmic inner play
is
intermittently layered
between
authority, order, and morality
as a
reality glaze.
Our
constant moment of being
is also
simultaneously filled
with both
frolic and sham.
Mundaneity
has extraordinary leakage
into
excess baggage.
Each
moment is a take-off
on the
self-status in flight.
High
farce, as a cut up,
is
eventually served on every flight . . .
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