Traversing the forest of forgetfulness and displaced memories.
Travelling on alternate frequencies,
Multiple universes couldn’t prove the truth of the matter.
Reporting from a different galaxy,
The voice of consciousness was broken, distorted.
Truths were shaken inside the box…
And the dice rolled out unexpected numbers.
Trying to make sense,
Trying to carry the truth from the Atman
And not shuffle the equation.
Multiple colors, and the never fading black
Warring/Waltzing in my mind.
Bizzare. No.
Unreal. No.
Reality is overrated.
Truth - overestimated even more.
Kaleidoscope of purple lights and yellow bits playing out their parts.
The wait, the anticipation, the premature hatching of a fragile dream…
Crushed by Miss Cinik and Master Thisbè Leaf.
‘You’ wrapped up in a consciousness of a few words, or a million epics…
Moving the further from the centre, the harder you try moving towards meaning.
Oh yes, ma’am … very surreal. But wait until the end of the show to analyze the truth of this show.
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