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Unlonely Lonely
The mountain top of magic.
My soul is clean.
I seek to bask in the pristine.
Sometimes this life is tragic.
A mirrored seer veers in fractals.
Even fractals steer to self awareness.
Within – without, they maneuver in tracers and visuals.
Given in thought forms from before to after this.
Life was made to ascend into the heights.
The day was made to descend into the night
The eyes were made to bask in all of these sights.
The mind was made to establish structures of alignments - aright.
At the top of the self is ice only.
In the ice is only an unlonely lonely.
Published 5th Feb 2022
Author's Note
Working in a more traditional form.
I feel like this helps to reset, recalibrate,
tune... The mind. The instrument.
Am going to start work on a book called:
Carceral Archipelago.
I feel like this helps to reset, recalibrate,
tune... The mind. The instrument.
Am going to start work on a book called:
Carceral Archipelago.
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5th Feb 2022 8:40pm
this is really deep dearest Cipher
you know I enjoy the way you think
I often think of singularities
the beginning of it all
I think the first thing was for that being
I'm aware and awake...
I am...
you know I enjoy the way you think
I often think of singularities
the beginning of it all
I think the first thing was for that being
I'm aware and awake...
I am...
6th Feb 2022 4:02am
