Resolute deformity of fear forms tantric,
Near stratifying sense of space-time fabric
Quantum passing of the black river tides,
Passes the mortal sense, dimmed by demise
Gifts of consciusness averted by Pride, fear, love, hate;
Anonimity of monotony denigrates
For the feeble, life tears through
Akin to black souls passing those,
who May cross their paths, taking their essence,
The very same they squandered without presence Of mind,
and the consequences of living In the present,
soon intertwine with the luminescence,
that shines within all moving husks,
Animated by vital fleeting cosmic dusts,
Beyond comprehension and lust,
The source of blindness within us.
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