Embarkation
The night grows late
but not as aged as I feel.
This heart wants to be lost
in my emotions,
leave everything behind;
this corporal existence.
Though I know there
is no exit out of this space;
this space of my head;
this space of my heart.
I wish for easy exit,
to let go and say goodnight,
but I know better.
I can't myself dumb down;
I can't myself let go
as if it were fiction;
someone else's book.
Conciliation or
reconciliation
comes sooner or later.
Readiness is pointless.
When in The moment,
the body shall die
and my world will stay
insignificant, without matter.
Yet consciousness only
rubs in this very existence.
Horizon of experience,
this is all I have:
a flame transfers ignis,
leaves consciousness as smoke.
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