Spasm 0322 04i2011

Moments before the light of day,

the clock failed to tick

my mind started to click

call it an epiphany I may,

of a night smiling with the winter breeze

The soothing scents that tag along,

the night sky ever so inquisitive

the world alone i’d give

a moment so strong,

a night that just killed a life, thought lived.

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So say, it is,

So say, it be,

the time of my life,

a life that flashed through my eyes,

of an unfathomed light so bright

To turn into nothingness,

yet so irreversibly inspiring,

‘everything amongst null,’

as the wise kept saying

To ponder for nothing sounds mad

to quiver in excitement is as bad

but you never know, you never know,

that it is only when you have already lost it,

that it all mattered; it all matters.

That what you know don’t matter

but that you do not know

that you don’t know, matter

Then, does any of it at all?

…

Really? Really.

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It seems O’ it seems,

that the less you aspire

the more you’re inspired

by the very powers of nature

that spark creativity,

above all else.

from truth alone,

The more you move,

the less you do.

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So why bother?

my guess is,

just so it matters

just so it caters

I am nothing, above all else.

For everything exists to matter,

but every existence don’t matter.

After all,

We’re just wheels and axles,

in the world machine

of this harmonious time continuum.

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…just a mental spasm pre-dawn…

Tuesday, January 4, 2011 at 3:23am