Oh,
I could never be deemed,
a philosopher.
For,
I'm simply a being,
creating sound.
Be me,
not profound.
Be me,
truly not even,
around.
For,
dust becomes,
the spine.
One's,
moment is only now.
Only,
a whisper.
Dark,
be the mind.
This,
anomalistic kind.
Bright,
be the Phoenix,
which,
one's consciousness finds.
Be I,
forever blind.
For,
such shall forever only be,
this eternal flame.
This,
primordial energy...
©yungb123
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