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No conversations,
just contemplating
my disconnect.
My uncommon conscious constantly
leaves my flesh,
Searching the meta-physical, and
trusting my visual less.
Faith is found between syllables,
blessed with every breath.
Eyes to the sky with no fear of death,
just taking steps,
Contradicted, no contest.
Opposition, I accept.
Searching for divinity in similes
framed with poetic silhouettes,
stimulating aesthetic introspect.
Linear thoughts lay to rest.
I disconnect,
then project.
Cause
and
effect.
No conversations,
just contemplating
my uncommon conscious
leaving my flesh.
