Be I,
a being,
tethered to the simplicity,
of making sense?
Be,
my sound tethered,
to such,
an experience?
For,
if such,
shall be,
I.
Be I,
only this,
anomalistic consciousness,
creating why.
This,
which becomes,
the sky.
Oh,
cosmic,
be I.
Conscious,
be all.
Time,
be tethered,
to this constant unfold.
This,
primordial energy.
This,
ancient becoming.
This,
second which,
becomes every moment.
Oh,
life.
This,
feeling of,
being alive.
Be such,
each ray.
Each,
moment the wind,
alters my humanity.
Be such,
what it means,
to breathe.
To,
constantly be.
For,
to be human,
is to be,
animal.
To be,
conscious,
is to be,
everything...
©yungb123
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