Separation with matter, a fracturing of order and attachment
Tears or a moment of gushing, warm urine leaving us behind
The sound of soil raining on a dead casket or
The fortunate spill of an ice-cold soda onto that blazing concrete floor.
Such a moment of mystical significance and awe
When bursting with emotion, the spirit glimpses into the potency of its own fate
A likelihood lurking behind dense uncertainty,
Of a singularity beyond which the illusion of matter gives way to pure essence-
A sense of self or the cold embrace of absolute truth.
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The story in that photograph is courtesy of the gifted eye of artist neon-sunrise
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