Wonder,
I do.
Wonder,
of these human entities.
Wonder,
do they believe in knowing,
simply due to waking up,
in the morning?
Does,
the simplicity of breathing,
make these simple little beings,
believe they know,
something?
For,
as sound is formed.
Words,
become more.
Become,
each tomorrow.
Become,
the simplicity of cause and effect.
Become,
reason for every motion.
Oh,
how it seems such,
shall never notice.
Shall,
forever move,
absent mind.
Shall,
believe absent comprehension,
of why.
Shall,
be intensely tethered,
to the absence of,
life.
The,
absence of existence.
For,
be there,
no knowing,
within this human experience.
Be there,
only the simplicity of this anomalistic consciousness.
This,
primordial flame.
This,
which seeks only,
to truly be.
This,
which shall know nothing.
Be,
nothing.
Free,
be the mind within.
Free,
be one's soul,
each second.
Free,
be that which,
knows absolutely,
nothing...
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