First, invert
common notions--
the commoner eats his dirt
with the hands his shovel
gripped, he smells
nothing
and tastes even less
he is blind to the abstract Notion,
to the God that strips our
pretensions and makes us
nothing,
unveiling our unessential
Essences.
Second, trace
the fleeting feeling,
cling to dispersion
the wind whispers
a dull truth,
re-interpret! isomorphisms
left, a new right.
Third, silence
the suppression of doubt,
the turning about
forgetting forward
make a step, leap
I am falling, I am the Fall,
taller than myself, accelerating,
no reference in dead space,
moving past myself,
no reference,
no preference,
void avoided
ten four.
Dissimulate disappearance
dismiss disparagement
dance self-deprecatingly
don't be alarmed
we've been circling a while now
but didn't you think we'd get closer?
You can almost feel the heat
as it makes its absence known
you can almost feel the pull
of life's wake passing
through clouds of error
from echoic obscurity
to Lucidus.
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