drown in the green sea of formlessness.
darken the presence of light.
close my eyes.
close to being dead.
in my death alive.
consciousness fades away,
and every pore on my body gains it.
it becomes alive and desires.
unstoppable as an object i finally
become a subject.
untouched by thoughts, fearless.
like a beast in an act of hunt.
an element of desire and destruction,
of birth, and of decay,
both unpleasant and unacceptable.
pointless the struggle is to wrench meanings out.
consume and forget.
desire and get.
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