Stop thinking right now.

Stop thinking.


You get to choose,

Though a shadowy colossus approaches.

You are going to feel

an infinite variation of pulsating rhythms composed of pain and pleasure.

The tattoo of feelings will try to control you,

to own you,

to take you


But you are only here

In this moment


You are not

your yesterdays.

You will never be

your tomorrows.

All the world,

A platform for the present.

All your thoughts,

Insidious simulacra.

You cannot control anything,

save for your choice:

To be at peace with or wage war against

The world’s turning.


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