nauseous agnostic

finding the mindless landscape of eternal unknowing
letting go of ego
ergo
your own soul

who knows which way the wind blows

such low blows, those who suppose they’ve grown

beyond comprehension, beyond this dimension

descent or ascention

its all perspective

its perplexing

whats the purpose?

is it sin or service?

for what is it we are searchin

no time for sermons

theres no surplus

of anything but surprises

i surmise that to stay alive is all we must do or die

why cry?

spilled milk and burnt pie


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