Lyaioz Mannie Poet Rhyme

Behind the Shelf

Walk over the open desert.
I still remember the clouds, the symbols.
How they rest in their high romance
living to teach the truth until it sinks
into a beautiful nothingness.

Pure minds sustain universes.
The spirit is aesthetic.
No less but more is enough but imagine it
distinct from being.

To be a phase in question and reason to an end.
Trusting a change, watching it love me.
Telling myself to not create with my ego
for the desire to be God is a fake identity.

Feels easier to plagiarise your own soul.

{XM}

Unpublished, 2019

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Silent One October 20, 2020 at 5:28 AM Interesting thoughts here... I think its a lot easier to plagiarize ones soul... sadly, not achievable... Lyaioz Mannie February 20, 2022 at 11:48 PM Interesting paradox. I apologize for my late response. I appreciate you, I hope to frequent this platform than the past.