I don't want to die
A ghost is an echo
I want to be the opposite
Shout through me
Can I leave my eyes here?
To see but not be seen?
I dream of dispersal
A trillion motes of
Every place there's ever been
Everywhere at once
No walls to see through
No body, no mind, no stride
Transcendence of senses
To fade into the blue
To know every side
To know and nothing else
Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 10:06 PM UTC
I don't want to die
A ghost is an echo
I want to be the opposite
Shout through me
Can I leave my eyes here?
To see but not be seen?
I dream of dispersal
A trillion motes of
Every place there's ever been
Everywhere at once
No walls to see through
No body, no mind, no stride
Transcendence of senses
To fade into the blue
To know every side
To know and nothing else
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