ST130 ... The dawn broke out of a hot sweat...
i know no one here, no one knows me, life begins when you loose yourself...
The dawn broke out of a hot sweat, the trees were swaying against the winds, the beach lay quiet. He stumbled upon a space that emptied out his mind, left him in a state of un-repair. What was once important was irrelevant, useless, a lie, a broken sound gone quiet. She told him so, left her glass by the window empty and clear. There was nothing to remember, the air had left the coast vacant of the faint fragrance moving into new territory, disintegrating across the plains of relief with all logic falling into fragments of lost disturbances.
The sun felt surreal, flushed and baked into little packets rushing upon the skin like hot flashes of a menopause. How can you do this he questioned? What is the purpose to all of this? Where are we heading? What could this all possibly mean he screamed as he lifted off into a nowhere space and looking back into a world gone mad, disappearing, leaving with but simple traces of scraps of facts scribbled into flecks of flakes folding across a dense air and that was that…. he was alone, nothing to conclude, no answers to any questions, just a gentle movement of a mind open, ready, willing, being.
That is how his world opened, dawn broke out, left no traces glued, magnetic memory gone, just paths unfolding into a now of no time. He had no perspective left that lingered. Every moment was new, just coincidence continuity collusions conditions collaborations of thought roaming with no borders, no ownership, beginning, ending, purposeless. Freedom from the known. The new man. The super man, A whole being.
i know no one here, no one knows me
life begins when you loose yourself
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