My mind is an eddy in a world of noise,
Silent, still, focused without will,
Hovering on the outskirts of the universe,
Where streams of consciousness coalesce and disperse.
Beyond epistemic wonder, to which we clutch,
Lucidity arises from beyond the veil,
The sliver of reason incarnate,
Between the objective and subjective ego.
And through this void,
Where the ‘self’ has no place,
Certain...
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