we are fundamentally
the substance of 'the absence there of',
where quantifiers are breathless in appraisals,
where language is but orphan glitter
in nose-dives and up-risings of absentia,
where embodiment is the closest one could come
to the nearness displayed
by the expression of isness,
where presence is impressively non-definitional,
where consummate is the all
that awareness boundlessly offers,
where the task of memory
trails off into seamless oblivion,
where all sense of audience
has been serenely vacated
in the free-fall of particulars,
where all of meaning
has lost all definitional means,
and where we surrender
our capacity for knowing,
for all of the oneness,
we are . . .
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