“Act as you wish and regard nothing as sacred.” ~ Sacred clown proverb
My cocoon is a rabbit hole, a wormhole, an inside-out pigeonhole. I spill out of it with the residue of annihilation dripping off my soul which flaps behind me like a cape. I’m not super. I’m not uber. I’m not extraordinary. I am contrary. Ahead of the curve. Looking back at so many life-death-rebirth cycles that I’ve become a chain of events, par excellence.
My heart is an inside out wavefunction going through the motions of beating time into submission, just enough that it doesn’t become ubiquitous. My spirit is turning so many tables that its all just an infinite progression of whirlwinds filled with splinters and chess pieces.
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