In the release what will find ME?
Will the ME return to the all?
A space where being one, could supersede my need for consolation.
Reflection or even understanding, whereas.
What has happened?
Why, looses validity.
I, looses reality.
The vehicle of my body,
Parked in the crematorium
Waits to be atomized.
This me, this freedom from constraints is new.
Uniquely my energy weaves.
Wave like, back again.
Again into the fabric of the universe, this flow.
This light, the shining.
This imminent dilution of persona to personification .
Anthropomorphism captures a last faint whisper of cognition.
A gasp, so fast living slips to past .
Liam October 2018