#mm - Hello Poetry

Dawn breaks another cold day looms Off in the distance i hear dishes clank and old school cartoons The frost is crisp every things all white ,.......... That will change soon ,and it has Its nearly noon And i begin to contmplate upon the Spiritual journey im on And I suppose as the numbness grows discomforting My extremities become akward ,I'm having difficulties now still ascending There will never ,ever Even till the end of eternity Which coincidentally Is an incongruent term and quite possably The most contradictory oxymoronic statement Concerning time that shall transcend beyond eternity Wait I take it back Actually the statement made after that will be And speaking of incongruity If you dig enigmas explain this In the absence of anything There lies a state of nothing do you follow me? Correct me if I'm wrong there cannot be kinematic In otherwords the change in position of an object with respect to its surroundings in a given interval of time Whether time flows and we roll with it Or we flow through it I believe it is thee quintessential core of a three faceted quantative illusion in alows reality to exist and not only "be" a perpetuating matrix of quantum flux incorperating a ductile with minimal elasticity time space continum OK then if eternity or even time has no end then it could have never began Within this level of experience It would be, then not be, then be Then never not be Or existforeverolid state suspended animation in witch Everything existing never knowing Wouldn't that be something You could actually hear nothing Nothing could then exist Yet when nothing can be conceived or conceptual believed or deceived then nothing can decay so Essentially every thing existing all at once forever in cognitive self awarness ,or this mind based reality using only signals from external stimulus It limits us by only allowing lucidity agree with a time base frame of reference A sorta two way street black and white right or wrong And unfortunately for me this is how my functions in a hypothermal state I'm really still trecking up this mountain well past the Snow line As I began to say there will never be a way to describe the emotions I'm incurring For lack of better terms its shear repubate mind stupiditry And a plethera or dumbly done things Plus I'm feeling guilty because I insulted the sun because she ran behind this mountain there went all the heat I know now and feeling responsible some how and yet on and on I wander pontificating on whats up in store almost evening and now i can hear a mountain stream as it trickles into a pitcuresque pond i walk to it ruhminateing in the fickilnesss I began this journey at first because my love no longer wanted me Not looking for reasons or meanings answers or anything I was on a quest to meet and expidite my own mortality Now hypothermal I'm seein the beauty in everything Freezing staring blankly In reflection I see a older me only inwardly I can't feel time having its way with me and a gentle lonely tear caresses my flushed cheek as if to comfort me and i ponder Watching the ripples that

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Feb 21, 2020

Feb 21, 2020 at 6:25 AM UTC

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Myeye

Dawn breaks another cold day looms Off in the distance i hear dishes clank and old school cartoons The frost is crisp every things all white ,.......... That will change soon ,and it has Its nearly noon And i begin to contmplate upon the Spiritual journey im on And I suppose as the numbness grows discomforting My extremities become akward ,I'm having difficulties now still ascending There will never ,ever Even till the end of eternity Which coincidentally Is an incongruent term and quite possably The most contradictory oxymoronic statement Concerning time that shall transcend beyond eternity Wait I take it back Actually the statement made after that will be And speaking of incongruity If you dig enigmas explain this In the absence of anything There lies a state of nothing do you follow me? Correct me if I'm wrong there cannot be kinematic In otherwords the change in position of an object with respect to its surroundings in a given interval of time Whether time flows and we roll with it Or we flow through it I believe it is thee quintessential core of a three faceted quantative illusion in alows reality to exist and not only "be" a perpetuating matrix of quantum flux incorperating a ductile with minimal elasticity time space continum OK then if eternity or even time has no end then it could have never began Within this level of experience It would be, then not be, then be Then never not be Or existforeverolid state suspended animation in witch Everything existing never knowing Wouldn't that be something You could actually hear nothing Nothing could then exist Yet when nothing can be conceived or conceptual believed or deceived then nothing can decay so Essentially every thing existing all at once forever in cognitive self awarness ,or this mind based reality using only signals from external stimulus It limits us by only allowing lucidity agree with a time base frame of reference A sorta two way street black and white right or wrong And unfortunately for me this is how my functions in a hypothermal state I'm really still trecking up this mountain well past the Snow line As I began to say there will never be a way to describe the emotions I'm incurring For lack of better terms its shear repubate mind stupiditry And a plethera or dumbly done things Plus I'm feeling guilty because I insulted the sun because she ran behind this mountain there went all the heat I know now and feeling responsible some how and yet on and on I wander pontificating on whats up in store almost evening and now i can hear a mountain stream as it trickles into a pitcuresque pond i walk to it ruhminateing in the fickilnesss I began this journey at first because my love no longer wanted me Not looking for reasons or meanings answers or anything I was on a quest to meet and expidite my own mortality Now hypothermal I'm seein the beauty in everything Freezing staring blankly In reflection I see a older me only inwardly I can't feel time having its way with me and a gentle lonely tear caresses my flushed cheek as if to comfort me and i ponder Watching the ripples that