One,
shall tether the human to an end,
by tethering such to a start.
For,
teleologically,
such shall see oneself,
as primordial art.
To be,
this energy constantly seeking,
to be.
To be a form,
in truth,
never complete.
To,
compassionately compete,
with self,
each second one breathes.
Be there,
nothing more beautiful,
than tomorrow,
within such.
Nothing which,
within one's mind,
exist absent the ability to truly be deemed,
divine.
For,
to compete with existence,
is to always compete,
with,
now.
This moment.
The simplicity of each and every breath.
For,
to be a god,
is to create every step.
Be you such,
if you,
you ingest.
Knowledge of self,
of "I".
Knowledge of,
that which exist as human kind.
Knowledge of the,
mind.
Mine!
Be this,
always mine!
Be this,
the moment,
I extinguish,
I.
The moment,
there exist no human.
No organism.
But only,
a consciousness,
tethered deeply,
to primordial time...
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