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the toxic noise (Other) by fleshpedler
the toxic noise
nightmares, dreams
..iterating through events about to come
the mind it cleans?
unresolved issues for some
the probing of oneself
..in "sleep", unresolved thoughts become the source of stress
it's what happens when you leave your desires on the shelf
doubt turns the brain into a mess
with the body left behind
..there are fewer distortions of the truth
panic, fear, paranoia...are just bodily pathologies of the mind
even with eyes, we are blind...the physical is just a booth
freedom of the chains that hold us within
..needed is...an understanding of the source of subjegation
uninhibited desire of that not in hand--the petri dish of sin
hear the wet cement of indecision drip, as a superficial intonation
when in bliss, there's no need to seek the comfort of "control"
..we see reality, it makes us take part in sorrow..how unnecessary it
all is
death is just a shadow, a curtain, but with the mind we extol
with the release of trepidation, nervous adrenaline begins to fizz
the universe is as complicated as it is expansive
..our comsmological insignificance is mystifying, how are we supposed to
fit and just be?
what is eternal? what is absolute? do we really need the body to live?
traveling with thought, the ephemeral stops its need....the subconcious
learns to "see"
"see" time as a gap
..as a discontinuity of reality
the bounds of life are transcended, gone is the chronology, the "map"
the past, present and future are now, know this...and you will be free
-d. '01
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