The cosmogenial light reemerges and I am beholden unto myself.
The star exhales one final time as the radiant gaze of my interstellar mother pierces the veil.
She imbibes, consuming the totality of my consciousness, my being. I am beholden unto the truth. Aeons of burning galaxies are extinguished and reignited by infinite recurrence.
The eternal rebirth; the cyclic nature of existence.
Around the atemporal spark, we are orbiting.
In my revelation, I act within the parameters prescribed;
the immaculate order of eternal recurrence.
I am nothing
You are nothing
We are nothing
All is naught
I am not me. I have no form,
no blood, no bones; I am but a thought.
I have no existence; I am but a fantasy,
a fleeting moment lost in time.
I feel the warmth of your gaze leaving me.
Soon, you will be alone in shoreless space,
static, companionless,
condensed into singularity once more
Banish me from your visions so that I may dissolve
into the infinite nothingness from which I spawned.
With lidless eyes, I see the gateway open once more.
I am home.
We are orbiting.
Life and Death are naught.
credits
from Ego Futurus,
released November 28, 2015
by Chapman
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