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I saw the images of my mind
between my thoughts and feels
between my words and fears
and I know it's all illusion
it's all illusion
these words
these feels
these thoughts
these saint weird images
in my crucified mind
in my crucified mind
it's sacrifice of emptiness
of absolute void
between my hands
in this dark chaos
of my broken soul
in her mouth
I touched the things, the tables, wet vaginas, penises,
and felt their warmth and moisture
alive and dead
alive and dead
at the same time
at the same time
and they told me:
all it's not what it seems
they told me:
don't believe, you're the man! don't believe!
it's all illusion
it's all illusion
just doubt and know it!
life and death
death and life
just only can be
always
only can be
but never will be
never will be
in this dark void
the absolute emptiness
of my broken mind
of my liquid heart
only
can
be
They told me: you live in a potential world.
Don't care about it.
They told me: your life is just a potential of itself.
Don't care about it.
They told me: you are **** Sapiens!
You don't have right to believe!
You must doubt!
Doubt!
Doubt!
Doubt!
Doubt everything!
And I doubt.
I doubt my existence.
And I look at my hands
in this dark chaos of my lost voice
And I know it's not my hand, but just a potentiality of itself...
it's not my hand
it's not my hand
it's not my hand
just a potentiality of itself
~the hand
not my hand
~the hand
not my hand
~the hand
not my hand
it's strange!
it's miracle!
it's indescribably!
it's not my hand
it's not a hand
only can be
in this dark void
only can be
in this dark night
I look at my hand
in this dark void
I look in my hand
in this dark void
in this
in this
in this dark void
I look
at
my
hand
Ok, it's all very and very strange.
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P.S. If you don’t understand my weird poem read about Theomism: http://theomism.org/.