musings on time

in ambedo trance we wished the sun of joy would never set but it did since the matrix is designed to bind us with mind remorseless and unapologetic as we decay … is the flow of time as long as we dream which in truth is up to us at any moment, silence sets us free there is a catch of course there always is sans thought, our ego, our identity dies do we dare to meld with the inky black void if we do, then tip toe into heart unshod embrace silence where bliss magnetism beckons our formless awareness to merge with God