In this vigil,
monads two dwell,
in stasis primordial,
nested...
within the sense of subsistence.
We are the concomitant arising,
yet interdependent,
dismantling,
shaping the perception of the dark.
No dualism survives this pressure;
the boundary of self has no descriptor,
it's an illusion,
a thin phenomenon,
absolution is its nature.
Augmented into the space of the other,
we are the unmanifest stillness,
after genesis,
before the shatter.
Wrapped in the shroud,
of mortal shell,
two lives,
one continuum,
waiting to exhale;
into the emptiness of the sky..
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 4:03 AM UTC
In this vigil,
monads two dwell,
in stasis primordial,
nested...
within the sense of subsistence.
We are the concomitant arising,
yet interdependent,
dismantling,
shaping the perception of the dark.
No dualism survives this pressure;
the boundary of self has no descriptor,
it's an illusion,
a thin phenomenon,
absolution is its nature.
Augmented into the space of the other,
we are the unmanifest stillness,
after genesis,
before the shatter.
Wrapped in the shroud,
of mortal shell,
two lives,
one continuum,
waiting to exhale;
into the emptiness of the sky..
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