Consciousness in folds of eternity

thinker question markEternity rocks the cradle of creation

In duality is the end for the sexes

And then to be without sex is the seed of eternal dance

That rocks my world, your world into a substance

For us to cheer the ground beer and shoal whiskey

Both fermenting the creation in duality again

Here I live with self and there I am without self

But this hypocrisy must stop

In knowing the seed was never with the man

But the God who spread as He deemed fit

Time then flew only to be caught in neck

The giant stars bellowing selflessness and my Ego

dwindling with every grain.


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