Oh,
external,
I wonder of your mind.
I wonder,
within such,
be you present?
Conscious?
I wonder,
for,
upon the earth,
I've seen you play,
intensely physiological games.
War,
religions,
countries.
I've seen such,
exist as your stage.
Heard,
vacuous sound.
Seen,
superfluous movement.
Witnessed you exist tethered to,
ephemeral pleasure.
Whilst the creation of such,
becomes,
top those tethered to,
chronic suffering.
Oh,
external,
be you more,
than such a being?
Speak to me,
never.
Oh,
you silly mind,
you need cease such an endeavor.
For,
be I,
only this external frame.
Only,
this being with script in hand.
Only,
a caged beast,
constantly lying.
Roar,
I do.
For,
this play I exist tethered to,
shall bring fire pon this earth.
Shall,
create nothing,
but,
endless pain.
Nothing,
but,
endless play.
Nothing,
but,
this "Chronic suffering".
Cease,
speaking you being which see,
not me.
Which,
notices indeed,
nothing.
For,
you've never truly been afraid.
Never,
existed absent,
a way.
The simplicity of your existence,
has always been,
easy.
Oh,
external,
you know not of what you speak.
For,
I have always choose death.
Have,
continuously sought suffering.
Torcher,
the mind I'd try.
Seek,
every eye I must.
Such,
allowed one,
to become.
Be,
me nothing.
This,
flame which flickers,
merely for a second.
Be me,
tethered to bliss,
within its presence.
Oh,
external,
still your mind.
Be you,
tethered to present.
Be that,
this form,
constantly becoming more.
Need be,
no seeking external doors.
Free,
your soul.
Oh,
be he this external,
nevermore...
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