So, there I wasn't. (Who am I? This is real?)
Felt like a self haunt. (What's a self? I can feel?)
Unnamed and untrained, in dimensions untamed,
Incessantly asking and asking.
Experiencing non-self as an emptied vessel.
Like a spell interrupted mid-casting.
Then she spoke. (Come with me.)
A mercurial sea rose up in my spirit's die-casting.
(But, I've always been here...) Twas a feeling so clear.
We come and we go, everlasting.
Then I woke. (From a dream?)
From one toke, it would seem.
My memory fading and crashing.
But that feeling persists. It would not be dismissed.
We come and we go, everlasting.
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
So, there I wasn't. (Who am I? This is real?)
Felt like a self haunt. (What's a self? I can feel?)
Unnamed and untrained, in dimensions untamed,
Incessantly asking and asking.
Experiencing non-self as an emptied vessel.
Like a spell interrupted mid-casting.
Then she spoke. (Come with me.)
A mercurial sea rose up in my spirit's die-casting.
(But, I've always been here...) Twas a feeling so clear.
We come and we go, everlasting.
Then I woke. (From a dream?)
From one toke, it would seem.
My memory fading and crashing.
But that feeling persists. It would not be dismissed.
We come and we go, everlasting.
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