Be i,
forever mad.
Forever,
intensely obsessed,
with creation.
Be such,
the simplicity of being tethered,
to primordial energy.
For,
to create,
is to simply be,
each second,
one breathes.
Each second,
one even attempts,
such.
Pure,
madness.
Pure,
passion.
Pure,
satisfaction.
Oh,
be this,
the second,
my perplexing mind,
becomes divine.
The second,
I alter each human,
with simplistic lines.
The second,
the creation of innate ideas,
comes to life.
Oh,
how such,
shall halt,
existence.
For,
still would stand,
all time.
Still,
be human kind.
This,
singular species,
which shall seek to move,
in sync.
For,
do you not see,
the synchronicities?
Do,
you not see,
spherical existences,
within eyes?
Spherical existences,
tethered to ,
that of planets?
Does,
one not comprehend,
to be cyclical,
is to be,
alive...
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