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I am the universe. I’ve died a handful of times Yet somehow resurrect each morning Every nightly loss of consciousness A sour taste of what awaits. From where I have come I will inevitably return A change of state Galvanized by time. Deconstructing, dissipating Reshuffling, rearranging From infinity to solid and then back To infinity once more. The universe is me. I am abstract, not concrete A hologram self A bundle of dying and newborn cells Held together by the stars. Not planetary, but nebulous A dark matter beyond the grasp of my Quarter century old mind Materialized from 140 million centuries past And an eternity to come. I am the universe. The universe is me. There is no death in forever.
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May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
An atheist’s grapple with an existential crisis
I am the universe. I’ve died a handful of times Yet somehow resurrect each morning Every nightly loss of consciousness A sour taste of what awaits. From where I have come I will inevitably return A change of state Galvanized by time. Deconstructing, dissipating Reshuffling, rearranging From infinity to solid and then back To infinity once more. The universe is me. I am abstract, not concrete A hologram self A bundle of dying and newborn cells Held together by the stars. Not planetary, but nebulous A dark matter beyond the grasp of my Quarter century old mind Materialized from 140 million centuries past And an eternity to come. I am the universe. The universe is me. There is no death in forever.
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lainaliz
24/F/NC
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
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