my mind to this thing
before the light there is the void. deep and perplexing. it draws on the strings of imagination. longing for purities so far beyond human capacity.
i gaze on blankley. feeling disconnected to all of it. part of the void. blessedly part of it.
it pulls and prods me down. but this is not darkness. it simply is. because that is the motion of life. is this purpose?
i’ve got visions of transitions and maniacle laughter churning inside.
i look to you to become. something you think is needed.
and i look at the product of “US” in a new light.
good or bad. soon we shall see. but can anything be bad? the void is dark and endless and un knowing.
but also refreshing.new.
rebirth is the containment of the void for a while. a rebirth at once.
so disconnected.
my mind to this thing.
