Post no. 183: Lyrical Savagery

Provide metaphor context.

AN animal awakens. From the center, it has begun to attract and repulse. An ego that has taken infinitely away: the eruption of a single manifestation, a breathing fiction multiplied ad infinitum. It is the breathing caricature of an illusion. 

On the face of Spirit is a mask called time. It is one of many faces asking, Why?

I was, I AM, LOST, it says.

ONE calls illusion home. To exit this architecture would be death again.

Crashing into time, dying into silence.

The very thinking, thoughts begin to dry, the hardening of any heart as it begins to crack. The foundation of an illusion, the materials of a world take shape. Embrace the loss of time.