emptiness floating on a soft breeze;
gently sweeping the surface,
the world is ingested.
envy, the one wholly pure remnant,
is sacredly held by the breeze;
it becomes everything.
proceeded by greed of the empty,
the worldy consumption is
everything as nothing.
existence is jealousy alive within a
gust of melancholy winds,
sifting through the
infinte abyss of everything that is
whole; the entity of true
whollyness residing
within the boundaries of all that
is confined by emptiness:
everything as nothing.
logic and analysis aren't existent.
time rests in nowhere land.
envy is god.
may the lord repent me for my sins?