I awoke to a world white to my touch:
All color and shadow had faded
to a blinding, uniform brightness.
I don't remember who I was before:
That is perhaps a blessing for me
for now I am everywhere.
I hear its voice inside my head:
Dreamlike and calm, but spoken
as if from the mouths of billions.
I am just an avatar for myself:
A husk of a form, a vehicle to move
one of endless forms among the stars
I turn my countless eyes upward:
I laugh for the twinkling universe
that has yet to know my oblivion
And all my bodies try to scream
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC
I awoke to a world white to my touch:
All color and shadow had faded
to a blinding, uniform brightness.
I don't remember who I was before:
That is perhaps a blessing for me
for now I am everywhere.
I hear its voice inside my head:
Dreamlike and calm, but spoken
as if from the mouths of billions.
I am just an avatar for myself:
A husk of a form, a vehicle to move
one of endless forms among the stars
I turn my countless eyes upward:
I laugh for the twinkling universe
that has yet to know my oblivion
And all my bodies try to scream
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