June 4, 2012 (I was 67)
The entirety considered
quickly escapes thought
as a visual landscape diminishes
beyond the vanishing point
and the impossible immensity,
the dark spaces between
universal vibrations called things,
engulf the minute ripple of miniscule perception.
Nauseating realization reduces all beyond reduction,
line to word to syllable to chemistry of inspiration.
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