void
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mind and body empty vesselsas time enters the final stage of the daythe cycle goes back
the illusion of forwardsingularity – one pointno progression
it is really the feeling of birth and deathwe create ornaments to escape this realizationall these worries and thoughts filling the vessels
the fear of being outsidethe circleout in the wilderness
with no frames of referenceonly a star mapthe desert
stilltraces of nostalgiahow it washow it might behow it didn’t become
problem is to break something that is not even thereproblem is to always recreating the unwholesomenessjust by laziness
“Pen Draig of the quill fire burns upon white sheets o plaited crystal golden flight in violet night a turquoise sheen”- Sabell K Gabriel