Deluded from Distance An image so worn is no longer yours. Worked through millions of angles, it has no perfectibility. So far from reality recognition is beyond distance. Delusional voyage into million eons to become, this situation has not yet occur but the image engraves its becoming still. Isolated from validation, the body is no longer person and just travels into the days to tomorrows and therefore gone from today. Into the days, the passing of no longer feelings, nothing more or long felt. Becoming the unknown, emptiness in the shadow of the night. Dreams once wished for, become memories of the ifs. Stuck between yourself and fears, no longer breathing, no longer raging, no longer going, no longer trying, no longer faith. Nothing the the
is mouth nose the
left in between words, hasn’t let them cross, hasn’t let the air fill the lungs, blood hasn’t traveled the vessels, the brain has no power on the action the body has no reactivation.
.Latent. It,
.Vital. becomes
shredded
in
the
coming
of
age.
(The mirror is no longer I) No sense No
No No
movement
All matter shrinks Every attempt is again Retrieve till
form of figures unfolding
is some
to relate, meaning, appealing virtues in love.
like death and what thought invalid and obliterate how gone
was to
forever
into hope
to be
into
graciously,
be, dies to. something, anything distance.
silence, comes
trough. by magic,
Transverse
freedom from
this take
moment the
on will to become
new.