Neuroplasticity unfolding on a cosmic plane
Existence content to be without name
Where everything is so different its all the same
There is no life nor such a thing as death
Where a grain of sand can match a royal crest
There is no army, government, or family
No utopian peace nor tyrannical calamity
There's not even a you or any planet
And there isn't a way to ever understand it
[undated,2016]
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