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Avery Murray Poem
Slippery is my mind since its unbinding from Time,
Affectively rendering the Solpsist's Soliloquy as the Engine of Being
...and so I AM a relentless Empirical Overlord
Allways in this instant,
Existence is Allways mine.
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Avery Murray Poem
Am I not a Son of the Sun?
And as a Scion duty demands dissemination...
My gift to you then lays in the ability to find Balance
by pointing out the fulcrum
It is not enlightenment that I offer up, that is your path to walk...
I offer stillness and deconstruction
I offer peace by dissolution
One does not reallly begin to know self, until there is no self...
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Avery Murray Poem
Pattern creator weaving through semantic gridlock. Synaptic blockage has me dining on feedback. Consuming concepts of Id's bleeding out a dissociative psychocollage.
No Map No-Thing.
Images overlapping gaps of referential perspective all lapping up my awareness [{that is overclocked thinking thoughts at lightning speed}]
I have Become.
The Lone Madman stripping down the day and rearranging pieces my own way
DreamingDriftingDrowning in a sea of suspended belief. Jumping Juxtaposition! How to navigate such a clash of colloidal moment places?
Negation of orientation is a hidden freedom. In the Disconnect expect a mighty Vertigo; it briefly will swallow YOU leaving only the leafy sensation that is the essence of hollow. Immersion is complete. no more Self memory. No-Thing is concrete. Just a simple drop in the Bucket. This is We. This is dissolution. Attaching Desire and Control on Potentialities is disillusion.
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Avery Murray Poem
The wayward wanderer, wonders whilst walking;
when woken the somnambulist savagely screams solipsist soliloquies!
Shaken...
Subsumed...
Shunning salvations sweet succor s
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y seeping, softly creeping Being resumes
and he Wanders...
and he Wanders...
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Avery Murray Poem
The breeze in the trees tease the ears to believe that the sea sings its hushed song overhead, manifesting as a soft lullaby, your eyes get heavy, as you approach the hinterland of Mind. Two rivers converge, and visions emerge, you have reached the confluence of dreams and verity. Streaming consciousness freshly unbound from Duality. All Become’s One, when to the Garden you return. The idyllic place where beginnings and endings are the same, welcome back to this place where Form still exists yet in the absence of Name...
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Avery Murray Poem
The Demon's strength lays in its personal, and familiar touch.
He knows all the chinks in the armor, and just where to touch the raw spots.
Impish Homonoculus, born of my own blood,
Feeding off of fear and despair.
I must remember who is the true Master,
He has no power that I do not grant.
Blood of my Blood,
It is your rust tinted fear that I taste now,
Without me there is no you.
I unleash you back into the night,
Take flight and do not return,
For I spurn your ill favor, and now bask in MY Light.
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