Poem By Elcypher_Of Life

Of life...

I give to the moment, the source
Of my unknown strangest being
As noise must fade into silence
As man must crumble to dust
I remain still, eyes closed, breaths count
Nothing of the past reveals
Present presence transforms to truth
Absent absence yields no fruit
I become the lapse of motion
Transcending human pleasure

I receive from the source, petal
Of my long lost acclaimed being
As of the dew falls on leave's tip
As of the flames to the fire
I listen to the essence from
Within; giving life without
Such that the root gives to the tree
Such that the night gives the dawn
I am thus, corpsed in my posture
For my aura to gain truth

Off life.


—el cypher