"wavicles" poems
I’m still choking on my own blood.
As it slowly fills my lungs.
I am drowning inside myself
The blood is mine;
the air is gone,
Now so am I.
After death, there’s nothing more than that same familiar empty space
waiting for your thoughts to refill it
Infinite & Eternal
in every direction;
both up and down and beyond before.
encircled by the horizon.
This emptiness where your awareness doesn’t so much ‘go’
as recollect that it’s always been here.
look through this persisting dream!
there is no afterlife because nothing,
not even memory, is really destroyed.
just transformed
into particles
into wavicles
into higher frequencies,
your mind no longer fathoms,
so you leave
your mind behind.
crystal
liquid,
gas,
plasma
your awareness is the fifth state of matter.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 10:51 AM UTC