Delirium

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Some people has it that the life of a poet is the happiest, for they are blessed with the shortest time in this world and the widest view of this universe. A great poet will remembered for eternity, forever residing in the hearts and minds of his or her readers. The greatest tragedy a poet can suffer is to be forgotten.

I refuse to bend before oblivion.

By the waters of Cerenarian Sea, I am the regent of the highest degree, whose octarine fantasies have been gilded over by the pale flame reflecting the surface of the Timeless Ocean in which every living and breathing creatures' soul is connected to its colossal nexus--The Tree of Life--the fountain of redemption and resurrection, whose subtle leaves have been torn asunder by the blinding light of a thousand rational arguments.

I am the Axis Mundi that the cosmos revolves around and the conciousness that keeps it turning. I am the eternal mountain, and Sisyphus who climbs it eternally. My eyes pierce the veil of night and gaze into the boundless abyss in which The Unknown dwells.

I am not of this omniverse. I am merely controlling my disjointed body from the distant reaches of celestial planes inhabiting it only briefly and at a mortal pain to myself. I see the breath of infinity in the curve of light bending through a droplet of water. I think of thoughts that span eons, yet move so swiftly they would fit into a single grain of sand as it plunges over the hourglass's precipice.

Once I carved my burning thoughts into a blank canvas, full of childhood fantasies and tales of lost love. Now I'm drowning in an ashen maw full of false enlightements, concious enough to feel any pain and suffering a human can experience. Together with the voices and their non-composed minds, I'm entering the domain of Non-Conciousness. The Non-Conciousness is boundless and forevermore eternal. The people are droplets in its vast ocean, and if it commands them to flow in the same current, then they shall, for no droplet can fight the tide of the ocean.

But I refuse to bend before oblivion.

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Banyuwangi, 13/04/20.

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