Be there,
a cent,
tethered to one's,
placenta?
A,
dime,
tethered to that,
of one's,
mind?
Oh,
wonder,
do I.
Wonder,
be time,
a dollar?
Be,
each second,
truly tethered,
to such?
For,
what truly,
be one?
What,
be this,
human?
What,
be reason,
for this,
forever ceasing being.
This,
cosmic anomaly.
What,
be reason,
for such to seek?
For such,
to be,
this dollar being?
For,
be my second,
forever perplexing.
Be such,
this which,
shall constantly unfold,
into simplistic complexity.
This,
which shall be,
a mystical eternity.
Which shall be,
this floating entity.
This,
which shall simply experience.
Which shall,
simply perceive,
this lucid dream.
For,
be such,
only eye.
Be such,
only me...
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