Allone Asone Poem by Mitchell Alexander

We resolve in a finite spectrum.
Collapse a function to a frequency.
We hold hands we never touch
and there is enough space between
our constituent parts to entangle ourselves forever.

Our deepest core is our forever expanding
un i v e r s e of potential.
Observe the immaterial to ensure a sense of autonomy.
We are forever addicted to separ ation
(unless we can render our senses blank,
convert thought to form,
detach chemical habitual formalities
and learn to love the absolute) .

Deprivation of the higher self;
constantly reproducing the past as the future.
Lucid nothing conjures timelessness.
Learn to aspire to the state of pre-birth, witness the
solid harmony of false reality.

Our spirits in human experience,
never to return to thoughtful formlessness:
to channel from the ether
Gaia's master plan.

An infection in the pituitary gland,
to reproduce or reconsider.
Highly actualized wave function
disassembles, cell by cell,
the lies of sight.

To die a million times,
to live again connected intrinsically
to everyone as yourself.
To prepare our final thoughts
and appear as flowing and ebbing electric charge
in 7 golden dimensions as one.

A worldwide ignoble quest of self leads to others.
A white room with no doors or windows has too many exits.
Go through yourself and never glance backwards
at the horrible mess you made.

Sever the ties or reconvene with your wholeness,
we all end up back at the singular
point of essence.