Oh human,
when shall one find one's tethers?
When shall one,
comprehend they exist innately?
That,
their existence,
the simplicity of their shared experience,
is,
organism?
Be there,
no god,
no law.
Be there,
in truth,
absolutely nothing externally tethered,
to this,
organism.
For,
whilst the human exist,
they find themselves absent,
importance.
Absent,
the ability to garner such.
For,
as soon as these organisms untether themselves from the simplicity of externalities.
They find themselves,
tethered to,
the vastness of,
nothing.
Oh,
to be this,
nothing.
To be,
so lost within such,
that indeed,
one never was.
Such becomes,
us.
This,
inconsequential human.
This being,
which shall breathe for a second.
See,
for a second.
Then,
cease in a second,
as if one was never present.
Be you,
this.
Be,
I.
Be,
each human tethered to believing,
they live life.
For,
indeed they know not what it means to be,
alive.
To exist,
as organisms truly able to thrive.
Oh,
you subconscious beings.
You beings,
subconsciously creating false external realities.
You beings,
constantly propelled forward,
absent the ability to exist,
consciously.
To be,
anomalistic.
To be,
intensely authentic.
For,
within such,
one becomes,
that which shall,
never repeat.
That which,
cultivates will to being.
Learn,
create,
teach.
Tether,
ownership to,
the soul of humanity.
Become,
legacy.
For,
within such,
be there,
every tomorrow.
Be there beings,
knowing their stomachs shall cease the ability,
to exist as hollow.
Be there,
time tethered,
not to a singular being.
But,
all of humanity.
For,
within such,
one truly becomes,
earthlings...
©yungb123
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