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Jose Remillan May 2017
I breath but I don't bleed in
Her world. Time ceases to
Unify my senses, seasons
Change according to purpose.

Once the reason for being
Has been consumed, the being
Dies and a new beginning
Lies above the character.

That is the first world.
A word in the creator's mind
Is reality in hibernation.
And it is always beyond good

And evil, for even the process
Of beginning is a function of
Pursuing happiness, of pursuing
Rebirth amidst the oceans of

Variables, of chances.

Changing planes of plain existence
Is all but question of reason of Being,
For being here, for being there in my
Version of truth and reality, in her

Vision of love and eternity.

— The End —