Dream
passage.
Infinite
voyages
made.
Infinite
yet
to be.
How
creation’s
designed.
‘Reality’
just an
illusion.
Merely a
sequence.
Currently
constructed.
Made to
dissolve.
Soul,
mist
voyages.
Aether
traversed.
Endless
paths.
Countless
hills to
valleys.
Mountains
to climb.
Seas to
cross.
Navigate.
Untold
adventures.
Countless.
Unique,
unconnected.
One
from the
other.
Eternity
plays out
as such.
One at
a time.
Independent.
Unattached.
Immortality,
a very
long
row to
hoe.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 20th, 2025 18:40
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Comments2
Indeed it is a very long roe to hoe. Most interesting John
If your dreams do not frighten you you are not pushing yourself hard enough John.
Andy
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