Beyond the metaphysical spectre
there is a perfect light
The light of the darkness itself.
This moment of realization
was not in the past or future
Nor could it ever be.
Outside time It simply was.
The Present, Perfect. Eternal.
Pure Existence
The Universe spins, and so do we
Not as beings, but as monads in a reverie.
In gravity's grip, no circle so pure
No being was being, yet by being
we were Eternal, forever an instant
of light's electricity.
We are star seeds, galaxies, quarks
Nano things shinning on some starlight
For eons or seconds
They are exactly the same
Existence's essence could be nothing less
All are rapidly burning through nothingness
All are the same
eternally around us,
within me
©infj-loki
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