In the hollow of singularity
Where Time seems slow,
I swing to the rhythm of my mind
The sound of music and
The lightning before it
Water emotions dormant in the abyss.
The darkness is the mystery
A conscious, psychotic pain
Being a psychedelic lie
Gives you wings and
Makes you fly
Searching for a broad view of meaning.
I could be faster than hope
Faster than dreams
If only I was faster than light
Time soon catches up
Snatches away my search-
Pushed into an abyss of seeming oblivion
The mystery grows and shrinks
Is there nothing here
After the end,
No food for my thought?
Or is the end the Answer itself?
For when existence ceases, the real search begins.
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