in a bracket of time folds change and direction,
to who it may concern,
this is an ode to the observer.
A cluster of meshing we tend to fragment
solidity flows with rise and relief.
the beauty of loneliness tends to grow stagnant
dread not for reason is obsolete.
Although astray on my island
my soul is made of coral.
Through endless hemispheres gliding
on a desert reef unfurl to immortal.
Abstain from conclusion and shed neutrality,
dualities extremes damn the sea of wisdom.
regress in the clouds as you float in causality
the totality of knowledge cannot change the cosmic system.
We are fruits from the trees of nature
bound by the rhythm of accordance,
we may choose the path of ease or danger
yet we do not choose the forest
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