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Slipstream Consciousness
Attend the culling, my friend. Your time has come. We stars dance light, and bloom, ever-lasting.
We, a group of interconnected stranded, high-dollar shattered beings.
Fractal things.
At once, the alpha and the omega, the broken hearted.
Within an ever-expanding universe, we all share these lives; these miniscule heartbeats, … of vital significance.
That great flickering of stars, among which you'll find, you and I. All at once, … considering ourselves, as the curtains blaze.
Earthlings prevail. Peas in a pod.
These ever-slow, branching-forths. Before the first-stroke of light, we find ourselves inflating, … as the masters of the forests.
Slowly cresting, streaming branches, to the very never-ends.
Last Earthling, …, break-away.
I was there. And miss the comfort her presence brings. Dwindling forth, to a lone heart singularity. Falling alone, …, feeling the cold wind; shivering. Treading this path alone, apart from my betrothed. And on this cold, last day, … cold winter chill breaks; for the eyeless go on, through time. I will always be there,.... , when I was hers, …, and she were mine.
Yet, having been, an integral player, in the death of a once match-less love, I know now, that the light- one, with the wind sways, and in that spell-state, is easily dispelled. And if the time comes, that I may love again; rushing through this, not be done; but I shall remain, sojourned in.
The void between, the spinning banded thing. You stole my gaze away. Pulsing beacon, forever lost. As atlas before me, the first one's thus. The love, … the light, … is coming not. Connection breaking, … forever lost.
The one eyed-being, from all-time, this one-time.
The one -eyed being, of all time, transcends the mortal mind. A quest to find, my proper place; futile gesture at best. The being that is, … the sun-drenched canopy, under whose dappled floor, I was always a part. This eye, this time, counted endlessly, always.
Mine, …, forever will be mine, to the end of time, … we will not abate. That life of mine, among multitudes entwined. That first-date, in this life I find, as we part our ways, forever united, for the being of infinite eyes.
As enormity stretches on, dead adult veiwing never-ending horizons
I am the man, gained from my losses. My brothers, all dead, expired from causes. The trunk of my being, I find myself now, as branches take root, above and below. The ends are all illuminated, as light blinds, the burst within grade, the end of myself, under all-seeing gaze.
The mind within, the inner-tracts of my mind.
States of being, we do not yet glimpse. The next layer peeled, the next time im observing,
From end, to the beginning again, … lies everything eternally. Take heart; this grasping, overnight-vector. From the fields of our births we roam, upon the planet I call home; while dawn breaks, and everything precludes me. Never-ending accomplishing, that which I desire. From first light, to first light, that goal is ever out of reach. We baser, luminescent knaves, strive for artificial goals; the life we hold, never a rust upon.
Dare I say, or didn't I say? These paths I have chosen, and guide the way.
I have forgiven, and sought forgiveness. The gray veil of guilt rising. To the sun I now turn to face, as the life I seek, is laid before me. Every moment, as I forge ahead, a chance for me, to prove my worth. Potentialities sought, and always eventually reached. I will fulfill my will, as my heart guides me.
From this,... the living worlds of the mortals, know that I live through you. You feeble, … you strong in soul, your days are mine. The times through which you wade, are illuminated by your mere presences.
My presence, … in and from your lives. All the intricacies, your ever-branch creation, laid bare before me.
In the lowliest life, glimpse the eternal mind. The alpha, the omega, from an infinitude of experiences, I arise.
Each of you, the beginning, and the end, of a universe. A pearl on a shimmering strand; a tapestry, of all that is, and all that will be. There will be a time, a place where beings (whose dimensions dwarf what can be imagined) will seek to know, I will take the silence for approval.
The grand history of conscious brothers.
As eons pass, the years have passed into a writers caress. These times I find, myself entranced in a world of ashen gray. Ashen skies, … dreary days. Light without, the light within. Aimless steps, I trudge along. Crystalline skies, a tomb, for which all is lost.
True is he that throws aside the veil. A mirror for those with eyes. Darkened days, do him not impale. Full of air, … full of life.
The skies are falling, on all those alive. The knowing breath for all to take. Silence, a whisper, … silence,... the quake.
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