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Mar 2017
Colors explode
Thoughts overload
Old tales unfold
With secrets past untold.
In one instant, he feels a tremendous distance
Between himself and all that is real.
A puff of smoke can make the whole world freeze and the tears stop.
The emptiness he leaves behind on warm air rising
Blows all the shadows far away.
He discovers that he can grow a new universe
From a single flame
While sitting in his windowsill.
Today, a young man realized that all matter is merely energy
Condensed into small vibrations
And we are all one consciousness experiencing it subjectively.
And death is not real
Because life is only a dream
And in this moment,
He is whole.
Dom Larmon
Written by
Dom Larmon  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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