perception is the degradation of reality
communication is further degradation of this
afterward
speaking of love
is the destruction
of degraded reality
which gives reality
a chance again
while contemplating
even further away
while discussing
loving language to death
obsession with impermanence
if it was evolved we were relating to
we would be focusing on our breathing
alone in a cave for atleast a week
for without which
no thoughts to degrade reality
external impressions stampeding existence
was it peace I was hearing them say?
if it was peace an intention at all
silence would be God for a week
we would be worshipping our breath
instead of the business
its shadows of darkness
calling itself white
leisurely in a purely degraded reality
the profit of the wrong currency
taking breathe away
obscuring
taking breathe away
obscuring