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"Phenomonology" time drips through the lens of philosophy phenomonology melts the solid realisation; was all that time spent inconsequential, the purpose of it all bought abruptly, for an expected cost (for this annal somewhere soft and vaseline-lensed, we anticipate, it is never an unexpected cost, we know the cost of all things eventually), fraught and contradictory brought into alignment with a loose end, that’s a wrap and nothing tied, question mark; semicolan, pause avoid that full stop; simply being before thought yolk and white separate cracked and measured flaws in the reasoning of existence, there is no rational explanation beyond faith and belief, monastic pantheists flinch to the hymns of science’s abrasive voice it has its answers for substance through the gate racing on the get-go phyrronism scorches everything; Everything, raises its hand palm open – there’s that measured full stop. structures of consciousness shakey foundations experienced through a First person view beggars belief in trust, yet nothing tangible; we speak to ourselves and our internal gods; Spinoza confers with some of us, excommunicated, we understand that, in one way or another and we are just like the others but different, waiting for validation and logical answers to form on our tongues like words we swallow to speak into life. in the beginning there was the word but before that, the thoughts; from the mind sits Epoché’s nature Ataraxia (LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

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Phenomonology

"Phenomonology" time drips through the lens of philosophy phenomonology melts the solid realisation; was all that time spent inconsequential, the purpose of it all bought abruptly, for an expected cost (for this annal somewhere soft and vaseline-lensed, we anticipate, it is never an unexpected cost, we know the cost of all things eventually), fraught and contradictory brought into alignment with a loose end, that’s a wrap and nothing tied, question mark; semicolan, pause avoid that full stop; simply being before thought yolk and white separate cracked and measured flaws in the reasoning of existence, there is no rational explanation beyond faith and belief, monastic pantheists flinch to the hymns of science’s abrasive voice it has its answers for substance through the gate racing on the get-go phyrronism scorches everything; Everything, raises its hand palm open – there’s that measured full stop. structures of consciousness shakey foundations experienced through a First person view beggars belief in trust, yet nothing tangible; we speak to ourselves and our internal gods; Spinoza confers with some of us, excommunicated, we understand that, in one way or another and we are just like the others but different, waiting for validation and logical answers to form on our tongues like words we swallow to speak into life. in the beginning there was the word but before that, the thoughts; from the mind sits Epoché’s nature Ataraxia (LadyLabyrinth / 2023)