Lost Soul
Endlessly eternal,
unquenchable thirst,
everlasting longings,
linger, insatiable moments
of musky, lotus scent,
a yearning for oblivion,
that it may all pass by.
I fly, spiralling upwards,
into dense clouds,
horizons simmer,
as I wander aimlessly
through distances of vast spaces,
billion galaxies pass by,
turning, revolving, burning.
Eyes terrified, closed.
I wonder:
would this passage ever end?
Or is this a dream?
Where does reality begin
or delusion end?
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