When awash with
silence
this being crosses overlife's border
into a recursive void
A giant of unripe & mellow nothingness
gilded with the stores of existence
attached beads, lost key
doors untried, fulfilled dreams
Life-long short steps
into the cusp of death,
aborted every morning into life again
Hurtles through a smithing
of acts, thoughts, feelings and sensorial overload,
scavenging for undefined worth
while surrounded by riches;
a servant to whims,
tyrant of the universe:
Chips away at ego till death claims possession
Abandon yourself to life
only to start the journey again,
and each time when awash with silence
this mind crosses over life's edge
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