A Man Forgotten

Dissolution

A Man Forgotten

In the early morning hours of one September day I became God. The self finally vanquished, faded into the void. There in that still space lingered a light which guided me home. Between the waking and the dreaming was the pure essence of mind. The gates of eternity swung open and I tumbled through. The letters of my name annihilated, the echo of I Am was all that remained. Neither male nor female, neither good nor evil. The inner became the outer, and the outer became the inner. So I smiled and danced, how long I had forgotten. This life is just a dream.

surreal poetry
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