I go into the ethers of emotional residuals
that weep in mindless tidings
of soulful embrace.
all of my past
that lead to this moment,
is a composure of assurance and heed.
I am this out-of-body,
beyond what experience offers.
my source-point is selfless outpouring
that the fabric of being feels through.
no more, that 'I' as a claim, should matter.
every vibratory ripple
is the embracing of the up and down,
as the intensity within the overlord of ease,
as the blend of up and down gravities.
no moment is now too soon in its greetings.
I vacantly wander in the blessedness of timing,
wearing the mask of human mass as representational,
kept in the coven of my near-angels
that are not of this, my lifetime's needs.
I pressure, wax seal, every last moment,
never to be read, going forward, again.
I have no further usage for a dictionary's read.
meaning was just this very breath
and then gone.
nothing now ever comes to mind,
that is either referenced as new or old.
now passes as incomparable,
as all of experience is chiseled away
and falls on the floor as passing debris.
what I singularly take from the now,
dismisses the ever-framing of that now.
'be' is not a definitive frame of action.
'be' is without audience,
in essence.
for the drunkenness of language
has lost itself in its usage . . .
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