Mirrored perspective . . . mirrored and possessed, like a heart clenching its fists at the world, strangle me slowly, strangle me softly, and bring me down in a throw of ecstasy. . I need you one more time to reject my advances, and warn me away, back into introspection that cannot be helped, user user user, a user and a pusher, an enabler and a conduit, come screeching to a stop in their over the top personalities as I tell them they want the wrong things at the wrong prices, their lives were saved by ions and protons but they don't even understand the atom, Adam, the genesis or the Adamic language of compassion. . . . there is a wood in a world far from here or near to here depending on where here is, and in this wood the trees engulf you, the smell of damp and fertile earth tilled the many millennia by the roots of giants which no longer sway in the wind but bend with the earth's slow turn, standing in this wood there is a sound of creatures whispering and their whispers are carried to you on the thick moisture of the forest, breathing in deeply drinking in this air there is a sense of the supremacy, of the force of these living behemoths that have engulfed you, and in the moment you lose control, you give over to the knowledge that you are an animal, that you are ancient as the earth, that your energy has been around since the dawn of time, you are falling under the spell of the innate world and falling into indulgent and appreciative thought, there was no beginning there is no end, this is the forever. . . . .
Then in the moment closest to nirvana, the shrill voice of a car horn comes from somewhere miles away, and disgust fills every pore of your being in the realization that somewhere along the line we forgot we are eternal, somewhere along the eras we forgot we are animals.
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