poetry, Writing

Untitled III

I was stuck in a wave
Like the oceans cool waters
But this was different

Like the astral fibers that create the planes

I know I was only a small component
Of an immensity the meager human mind could never fathom

Increasingly building 
the pressure pushes me
through the tunnel of lights and darkness 


alternating

like so many cycles of the planetary rotation

5 million days in just one hour but time does not really exist anyway

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