OPTICAL ILLUSION
 



See me here,
I live a life as all do
In here an insect of life's intuition
The threads of my eyes slowly release
I fall deep into dreams
The inner state of less confusion
From the outer state of resistance
Dwelling in the simplicity of logic
Yet poisoned by human existence
And the double vision of the conscious mind

I'd rather be a gust of wind
Moving things before me
Not having features
But become what is carried
Not having a voice
But echo what is passed
Not feeling pain
But able to give sensation

In motionless time my life evolves
I'm bound to a simple destiny
I cannot yet define in words
The threads of my face tighten
And reveal no tale
But that of which in reality is sleep
No expression can manifest the words
In my lifetime I wish to write
And no words can explain my expression

For when the soul is released
The solution can't be resisted
But at this time all is unexplained
For I have not yet existed

By Shabetei

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