I see you.
See you,
through the winter storm.
See you,
through time unknown.
Still,
eyes see you.
Mine,
their's,
these over here.
Eyes,
are forever tethered to the ability to see, human will.
Be you,
still?
This human will.
Be you able to see yourself?
Be you a being,
with,
eyes?
I see you.
See you,
as this heat,
permitted by,
the simplicity of the sun,
becomes.
For,
I seek to become it.
This heat.
This overwhelming presence.
Seek to be,
that which creates,
existence.
For,
within one,
within the simplicity of being.
Creation shall be tethered deeply,
to each second one,
breathes.
Shall quite literally,
give one the ability to see,
existence,
come into,
existence.
Be you,
constantly beginning?
Constantly seeking,
such?
I see you.
See you now,
tomorrow.
See you,
as days before,
become all tomorrows.
See you,
as,
time swallows.
As,
one is devoured by timelessness.
By the absence of ceasing.
Of always being.
For,
within time,
be there,
nothing.
This constant nothing.
Still.
I see you...
©yungb123
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