Stop motion
head and hand
against the wall
firm in the notion
peace is there for a moment
naked escape from the components
of the cycle of life
Wall pressed
collapsing chest
against the wall
forcing the notion
the need for everything
anything at all
feels like nothing as time crawls
What is the way
what is the truth
what is the life
All this sacrifice to this system of humans
paving the way for another day of the same when I die
What can I know will be with me to the end of it all
then henceforth beyond its stalwart white wall
I can hear the infinite reverberating in this finite time
there is an existence beyond time
I don’t want consciousness for an 80 year dream
losing my soul to the winding death machine
Closed eyes
cheek to paint
against the wall
knowing the notion
feeding my soul to the dark
is not the purpose of life’s embark
God
is
there
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