My flesh is made of matter:
a house of cards that shatters
when the uncontrollable vibrations
swirl the self in drastic situations,
impossible for particles to reach,
where souls can learn to teach.
If only Life can make us scholars…
Do we experiment as body owners?
The phantasms in my dreams
make nothing what it seems…
And I’m just a dreaming loner
who dreams experiences of personas…
But the ego does not feed and dress
when I feel I matter less and less…
And only matterless I will surrender,
when there’s nothing to remember…
My peace lies in all that’s to be forgot
accepting trustfully I matter not.
2018
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