Singing things beyond comprehension of conception,

Out of nothing and into the black.

I am IT
I am the other
No the other
And the other
And who are you?

Keep wonder, further investigations
Always promise a discovery.

This course with lots of puzzles
What I call,
The mind.
Curve is so steep,
But you'll never complain
When you get your speed.

It's not like flying
But teleporting your focus
While you're omnipresent

Exquisite expertise

Anyway!

A thing is a thing
A name is a name
True things may not have names
Until someone names those things
But a lie is always a lie
But you may not know it
It might be a concept too

Curious! Things think things.
And think about themselves.
When a thing is the name
And a name is the thing

There comes the time
To stop thinking for a while?
For the while IT speaks.

Why! Don't tell me you thought the mess will undo itself…
See for your self.

Whether?
It'll work itself out
Will it be over,
Ever and ever,
Forever!

Without any force applying to it?
Oh bummer.

You should think twice before leave things
Unattended in infinity.
There are already many.
Sometimes they just don't undo themselves...

"Sorry, this is not an orphanage,
But thank you for calling."

I sit babies of untimely births
Honk! Honk!
Squat and boom
Cut the cord
Slap the butt
Oink! Oink!
Hush now

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W8 for the while
The ... silence... Works itself out,
Go On…

Seriously w8
Stop your internal chatter and gossip,

? . !
Go on…

As if silence is something terrible
No but it is something extraordinaire
Wink! Wink!
It is a link
Hush!

This aethyrnal place is a library
Where you should even quiet your mind
These babies cry poetry

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Take this finger
Put it on your mind's mouth
It will help you show the way of silence

Look at the poet itself…
So quiet
Feels like e is just a scribe.
Can’t even say “I”

Who me?

I am the flow of inspiration
From the beloved inspirator
Whose word is All!
Let there be love!