THE VOID

Rage,
Into the fabricated split,
towards times cosmic movie,
upon flesh suits made of matter,
recycled once again into the rebirth canal,
for a chance on a new exploration.
Only time can dance through weightless form,
through dimensions upon multi realities,
as it writes the script of our lives,
while we continue to act on improv.
What a distant memory so close enough
to reach only but the surface of our consciousness.
Clouded by the judgement of a pathway unknown,
the thoughts in which I climb,
avalanches towards the past,
where The Void and I become one in finally letting go of everything,
I feared to lose.