Loop

falcon_mn

Loop

 

In the world of eternal illusions, being an ascetic is unnecessary.

Part of the invisible blue of the cosmos

wraps the noose around your neck.

You are boring!

You repeat yourself too often!

Planet Earth!

How proud that sounds.

Imagine what a bunch of illusions that is.

A combination of the harmony of extremes, phenomena, and people.

Apparent uniformity of living.

Lack of will and the illusion of creation.

It's people.

Separate parts of the invisible blue of the cosmos.

Mortal atoms in the unrepeatability of time.

Just unbridled greed for a piece of the cosmos.

creates the illusion of their eternity.

  • Author: falcon_mn (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 2nd, 2023 17:47
  • Category: Unclassified
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