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Pre-Organism

 

I won’t return from this escape

Unless you find an unmistakable pause

Floating inward and beyond my most primitive intuition

Flaking, unraveling and becoming dust and ash

Flower and divine

Restlessly waiting upon this luminous state

Seeking beyond the mystery of comprehension

The moments relapse as memory faintly-

Trickles down the grid of my desire.

Miracle pools and constant inhalation  reclaim

As if nothing could map it out beyond it self.

The reality (my mind) slowly caresses its near destruction

Shaking the tree of life

I fall down always;

Only to look out and realize

I am floating upwards and away,

Against the opposite of my  perception.

Screaming out into the dark

I listen to the void echo its response.