Sans Thought Who Are We

relentlessly flows on linear time dragging us through enigmatic space it is a silent yet brutal savagery remorseless compelling us to trauma bond with pain and disgrace to make matters worse, we know we are doomed to die lost in myriad illusions, we seek solace in dreams but what we cling to, slips through our fingers as we drift rudderless in thought streams senses operate in a limited bandwidth limited too is our feeble, fragmented intellect we watch helplessly as mind-body slowly decays so taking control, all thought forms we opt to deselect sans fragmented thought we discover awareness yet is amplified and purified in the vibrant void of space our false self falls away and we cease to sway doing nothing, we imbibe divine grace this transmutation is a metamorphosis a caterpillar shape shifting into a butterfly as such, how may we describe divine magnetism unending waves of cascading bliss that makes us sigh
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